From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 427 Is Penelope the True Daughter of the Mitchell Family? Sam's always saying stuff that blows your mind, way beyond what you'd expect from a three-year-old. Brandon used to be amazed all the time.

Now, no matter what Sam says, he keeps a straight face.

Speaking of which, if he'd met Penelope earlier, maybe he'd have fallen for her.

The sky was getting dark.

"I'm heading back," Penelope said. "Sam, be good. If you miss me, just call." "Yeah, yeah, I know. Go on. Oh, wait." "Hmm?" "Where are you going? To the hospital? Lucy doesn't even recognize you. Are you okay with that?" "I'm going to yourgrandpa's house," Penelope replied. "I still have my dad, your grandpa." Sam felt reassured and nodded, "Okay, love you." Penelope hugged and kissed him, then waved goodbye.

Brandon and Sam watched her leave.

"Sigh," Sam sighed.

"Can't bear to see her go?" Brandon asked.

"Regretful." "Regretful?" Brandon knocked on his head. "You're just a kid. What do you know about regret?" "Uncle Brandon, I think you and Penelope are a good match," Sam said. "Why not give it a try?" Brandon thought he was just being a straightforward kid and didn't take it seriously.

He held Sam's hand and walked home.

"I will marry Isabella, and only her," Brandon said. "If I don't, there's only one reason." "What's that?" "She cback." "She? Who is she?" Sam asked, tilting his head.

Brandon smiled.

She was the girl from his past, the rightful Mitchell heiress, his eternal love, the one he'd always longed for.

Only if she cback would Brandon give up Isabella and pursue his true love.

Brandon didn't deny having a crush on Penelope, but that was because she reminded him of her.

They shared a deep bond built over many years, and Brandon was a responsible man who wouldn't abandon her.

"So, Uncle Brandon, besides Aunt Isabella, you have someone else you like?" Sam asked.

"Yes." "Do you like her more than my mommy?" "Uh..." "Do you like her more than Aunt Isabella and my mommy combined?" "Yes," Brandon nodded. "I love her more than my own life." Sam's face fell, "Looks like my mommy doesn't stand a chance, sigh." "If Kelvin heard you say that," Brandon clicked his tongue, "even if you're his son, you'd get a beating, right?" "Whatever, I'm even more arrogant in front of him!" "True, after all, you're father and son. Kelvin's coldness and arrogance are well-known.

You can only be more arrogant than him." Sam pouted, "I don't understand." "You'll understand when you grow up." "Uncle Brandon, are there things you only understand when you grow up?" Sam asked. "Is that really true?" 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! The question stumped Brandon.

Sam continued, "According to you, when Lucy grows up, will she recognize her real mommy and not mistake the bad woman for her mommy?" "I really don't understand why she would mistake her. Even if they look alike, they're not identical." "Mommy is mommy, and a bad woman is a bad woman. There's a big difference." Sam suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Uncle Brandon, the bad woman and my mommy may look alike, but their body shapes can't be the same! Plus, my mommy has a unique mark!" "A mark?" Brandon looked down at him. "What mark does Penelope have?" "She has a birthmark!" Brandon froze, stopping in his tracks.

"Uncle Brandon? Uncle Brandon?" Sam called him several times. "What's wrong with you?" "Sam, you said your mommy has a birthmark?!" "Yeah," Sam nodded. "Both Lucy and I have seen it, and Ruby knows too. So, do you think if Lucy saw the birthmark on mommy, she would recognize her?" Brandon squatted down, looking seriously into Sam's eyes.

"Where is her birthmark? What does it look like? What shape is it?" "It's..." Sam was about to answer but then hesitated. It didn't seem appropriate to say.

Brandon asked slowly, "Is it on her waist?" Sam nodded.

"Is it heart-shaped?" Sam's expression turned strange. "Uncle Brandon, have you seen it?" Brandon gripped Sam's shoulder tightly. "Just answer me, yes or no?"

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. poin us for the complete experience-all for free! The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Yes," Sam nodded. "My mommy has a heart-shaped birthmark on her waist. But generally, people wouldn't see such a hidden place." Penelope's dressing style was conservative; she never wore clothes that exposed her waist or navel.

Brandon was completely stunned.

Sam continued, "That birthmark, the villain can't copy it, right? And doesn't right? And she n't know Mom has one, right? Uncle Brandon, you think Lucy would spot her real mom because of it?"

"Even though their faces look alike, there are always differences. Lucy was still fogled. Even though mommy has a birthmark, she can't just lift her clothes to show people." Sam kept muttering, but Brandon hadn't cback to his senses.

After a while, he swallowed hard. "Sam, are you sure?" "Huh? Sure about what?" "The birthmark, heart-shaped, on her waist." "Sure," Sam said. "That's my mommy, I'm not confused. I'm very clear-headed. Uncle Brandon, if you don't believe me, you can ask Ruby!" Brandon closed his eyes.

The excitement, tension, and disbelief in his heart were overwhelming! Although he hadn't seen the heart- shaped birthmark on Penelope's waist himself, Sam's certainty meant it must exist! Brandon would never forget that the lost heiress of the Mitchell family, the little girl in his memory, also had a heart-shaped birthmark on her waist! 'Could it be that Penelope was the little girl he had always thought about?' 'Could it be that Penelope was the true heiress of the Mitchell family?' 'Was the person he had always been looking for, waiting for, and deeply loving, Penelope?' he thought. Brandon still remembered that when he first saw Penelope, he always had a strange sense of familiarity. Driven by this emotion, he began reaching out to Penelope, establishing contact, forming a friendship, and evolving into inseparable companions.