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Chapter 2049
Grabbing his briefcase, Penn was heading out the door.
The old newspaper clipping about Quentin Silverman’s murder of Betsy Albinia was still on his desk. Back then,
newspapers were rather generous with their photo sizes, just like this one.
The accompanying picture of the news was Betsy, her eyes wide open, lying in the weeds.
Penn never saw it coming.
Having just told Ms. Albinia that Rosalynn was an honest businesswoman who wouldn’t harm him, he had barely
stepped out of the hotel room when he was held by a group of hulking, menacing men. “Mr. Lange, our boss wishes
to see you. Please come with us.”c2
Penn glanced at them, he even noticed that one of them was carrying a rope and a sack.
Penn was speechless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHalf an hour later, Penn was pushed into a room. The carpet was plush and soft under his feet.
He was relieved.
Perhaps because he had been cooperative all along, they didn’t use the sack or the rope.
Before he could steady himself, the door was shut.
Penn looked up and saw a slender figure standing by a vintage window, staring absentmindedly at a ginkgo tree
outside.
“Ms. Jared. Penn took the initiative to speak.
Rosalynn turned around, saying, “You’re here.”
Penn gave a bitter smile, “With a sack and rope at hand, even if I didn’t come willingly, they would have brought me
here anyways, right?”
Rosalynn walked over and sat down on a red velvet sofa, “Have a seat.”
Penn obediently walked over and sat down in the chair opposite Rosalynn.
“Let’s talk about your parents’ accident,” Rosalynn looked at Penn, her gaze sharp and piercing.
It was intimidating, as if she knew the whole truth.
Penn’s expression shifted subtly, “What do you want to talk about?”
“What do you think caused the accident?” Rosalynn asked.
“My father had been restless for months because he had discovered something. He forgot to maintain and service
his car. On the day of the accident, there was extreme weather and the brakes failed. This led to a severe collision
on the highway and my parents died instantly.”
Penn looked at Rosalynn.
He was silent for a moment before he added, “That day was my birthday. They were on their way home from the
research institute when the accident happened.”
Rosalynn’s eyes flickered.
“I know what you’re worried about. For a long time, I thought that Natalie had killed my father to silence him after
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe discovered her secret. I was consumed by hatred and kept thinking about how to make her pay.”
Rosalynn remained silent
Penn glanced out the window, continuing. “But when I was eighteen, I accidentally found out that after my father’s
death, Natalie had been supporting me behind the scenes. I got into my dream college smoothly, and even though I
was young, someone was willing to pay a lot of money to support my research. Every year on my birthday, she
would send me a gift without fail, and each gift contained a letter written by her”
Penn’s voice choked, “My grandparents blamed me for their children’s death. They took care of me and treated me
well, but I know they resented me. Because of me, they lost their most loved ones. Since then, there were only
death anniversaries in our house, not my birthday”
Osmond died when Penn was still young
A three or four-year-old little boy, of course, wanted his parents to be with him on his birthday.
He didn’t know that the car had broken down, nor did he know that his parents would die on their way home.
If he had a choice, if he had known, he wouldn’t have chosen to celebrate that damned birthday!
“Only she remembered my birthday Penn said, laughing as he looked at Rosalynn, then shrugged. “All those years,
her letters and gifts kept me from falling into the abyss. Every time I saw the words ‘Dear Penn’ it was the happiest
moment of my year”
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