Poor boy

“What are you doing with my phone?” Penelope asked in terror. She wanted to move closer to Elena, but she raised her hand and made her stop.

“Why?” Elena mumbled.

Penelope clenched her jaws and stared at the phones in her hand. She could guess that Elena already knew her secret.

“Come here.” She hastily walked up to her and pulled her by the hand, into the room. She shut the door behind her and locked it.

“Why would you do that to your daughter, Mom?! Your daughter and granddaughter too?!” Elena exclaimed in disappointment.

“Will you at least listen to what I have to say first?”

“There’s nothing to justify what you have just done to my sister, Mom. This is too extreme. There should never be anything that would push you to do such a wicked thing to your own blood.”

“My blood? Yes! Truly she is my blood, but she has no pity for her own blood too! Elena, she sent your father to Jail!”

Elena’s mouth fell open in awe, and she scoffed afterwards.

“Because he was guilty of murder! H