From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 587 Is Isabella Your Biological Daughter? "Please, Mrs. Davis, just givea few days. It won't take long," Nicole pleaded, clutching her wrist. "Don't go after the Mitchells, don't be ruthless. Let me, as a mother, try to talk to Isabella. I promise, within these few days, I'll make her see her mistake and lift the curse on Miss Lucy. Please, just this once, understand the hardships and sorrows of being a mother." Twas crucial. Nicole had to buy some.

If Kelvin kept pushing, Isabella's poison attacks would get worse, and the Mitchells would fall apart in no time.

Everything would be over.

Nicole had to fight for stfor the Mitchell family and Isabella! She knew Kelvin's character-cold-hearted and ruthless.

After much thought, she turned to Penelope, who she felt an inexplicable connection with from the start.

Nicole knew begging Kelvin was pointless, but there was a glimmer of hope with Penelope! Penelope looked at Nicole.

Countless thoughts raced through her mind, but in the end, she just sighed. "Get up, Mrs. Mitchell. Sit down and let's talk calmly." She couldn't stand seeing her kneel.

Even if Nicole wasn't her biological mother, Penelope's nature wouldn't let her keep kneeling.

"Mrs. Davis, please promise first," Nicole insisted.

Penelope put on a stern face, "If you get up, we can talk. If you keep kneeling, I won't even give you a chance to speak!" Only then did Nicole slowly and hesitantly stand up.

Probably because she'd been kneeling too long, Nicole wobbled and moved slowly, painfully getting up.

Penelope reached out to help.

"No need to trouble you, Mrs. Davis," Nicole said. "I can manage." At Nicole's age, in her fifties, even standing for a long twas tough, let alone kneeling.

But for that ungrateful Isabella, she humbled herself, lowering her dignity and pride! Was Isabella worth it? The butler approached, "Mrs. Davis, Mrs. Mitchell has been kneeling here for over half an hour." "I know. Go make scoffee," Penelope said.

The butler was puzzled, "Mrs. Davis, you're still being so polite to her?" Penelope simply said, "Go ahead." She walked to the sofa but saw Nicole standing aside, hands in front of her. "Sit down." Nicole shook her head, "I'm here to apologize, to admit my guilt. How dare I sit." "You can," Penelope said. "She cannot," Kelvin's deep voice interrupted. "Penelope, how many times do I have to tell you that being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself?" Kelvin walked over, took off his coat, and handed it to the servant, never once looking directly at Nicole! Nicole lowered her head even more, somewhat intimidated by Kelvin's presence. "Mr. Davis." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "You chere yourself," Kelvin snorted coldly. "Who let her in?" He glanced around the living room.

Penelope had always wanted to go to the Mitchell family, but he had been stopping her.

Now, Nicole was already waiting at the King Manor! Perfectly fulfilling Penelope's wish! The servant stammered, "Mr. Davis, without your permission, we wouldn't dare let anyone into the King Manor. But Mrs. Mitchell, she..." "Hmm?" Kelvin prompted.

"She kept kneeling outside the gate, with cars passing by. Many people saw her," the servant explained. "The butler thought it was inappropriate, so he let her in to kneel." Penelope's heart ached. She glanced at Nicole's knees, which wereed and swollen, covered in dust and gravel, and even scraped.

"Is it worth it?" Penelope blurted out, "For Isabella." Nicole didn't expect that question and was stunned for a few seconds before answering, "Mrs. Davis, of course, it's worth it. Isabella is my daughter. For her, I'm willing to do anything." Penelope didn't know what was wrong with her, but her heart felt heavy.

The grievances and humiliations she had suffered over the years kept replaying in her mind.

Isabella had lived comfortably and freely for over twenty years, yet she was self-destructive. And Penelope? She had weathered so many storms, and still, happiness remained elusive.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Isabella did such things but didn't take responsibility, implicating the Mitchell family and even making Nicole cpersonally to kneel and plead. Penelope was overwhelmed with emotion! "Yes, Isabella is your daughter," Penelope stared at Nicole, "but is she your biological daughter?" Nicole was stunned again. She didn't expect Penelope to know Isabella's background! Nicole, after all, was a lady of high society, experienced and composed. She quickly regained her composure. "Mrs. Davis, it's surprising that you know about our family's private matters. Isabella is indeed not my biological daughter, but I have always treated her as my own." "Mrs. Mitchell treats Isabella as your own?" Penelope asked.

"Yes. I raised Isabella and watched her grow up day by day. The bond over these years has long surpassed blood relations," Nicole said.

Penelope stood up, looking directly at Nicole.

"So, in Mrs. Mitchell's heart, the bond of raising a child far surpasses blood relations." She suddenly smiled, "So, the marriage that should have been for your biological daughter, you gave to Isabella. All the privileges your biological daughter should have enjoyed, you gave them all to Isabella without reservation!" Tears glistened in Penelope's eyes.

Nicole didn't understand why Penelope was so emotional when talking about Isabella's background.

However, she softened her tone and said gently, "Mrs. Davis, although Isabella is my adopted daughter, from the moment I adopted her, I treated her as my child." Penelope still pressed on, "So, to you, Isabella is closer than your biological daughter?"

"I haven't been able to find my biological daughter all these years." This clearly touched Nicole's sorrow, but she still tried to remain calm. "I can only give all my love to Isabella. I hope my daughter can have Isabella's good fortune, meet a happy family, and live a joyful life. I don't dare to imagine what she has gone through all these years of being missing. Every night, I pray, hoping that my kindness to Isabella will somehow benefit my daughter." At this point, Nicole couldn't control her tears anymore.