Chapter 879 The Same Birthday
She hastened to catch up with Ashlyn and blocked the latter's path. With a crazed expression, she demanded, “Ashlyn, did you
do it on purpose? What are you trying to do, huh?” She ruined my birthday party and deliberately invited all the big shots and
stole my thunder. “You're just trying to aggravate me. Since when do we share the same birthday?”
Ashlyn snickered. “You're right. When have you, Mary, or Horace ever cared about how I'm doing? Of course we share the same
birthday. When you were blowing out candles and happily counting your gifts, I was brushed off to the kitchen to eat your
leftovers! Penelope, nobody in the Berry family remembers that we share the same birthday! I just gave you a small taste of what
I have in store for you and you can't even handle it already?”
Ashlyn couldn't help but scorn when she thought of the suffering she had endured back when she was with the Berrys.
Penelope shook her head in exasperation. “You did it on purpose. You wanted to humiliate and retaliate against me!”
Ashlyn is such a scheming woman to have picked today out of all days. She's despicable.
Penelope had been unsure of how she had managed to escape the private room. She had felt lost in a daze as the world spun
around her, leaving her disoriented and confused.
When she reached the restroom and saw that Ashlyn was there too, all of her emotions—anger, indignation, hatred—came
flooding out.
I'm already the young lady of the Yates family, and yet I still have to live under the shadow of Ashlyn!
Since young, not only was Ashlyn pretty and intelligent, but the boys that Penelope had crushes on would only have eyes for
Ashlyn. It was always Ashlyn.
It was the same in their university days as well. Ashlyn could get into the best university, and she could only get into a mediocre
one.
Penelope felt that fate had always handed her the shorter end of the stick.
Not only had Ashlyn stolen her place as the eldest daughter of the Berry family, but Ashlyn's mother had also done the same by
stealing Mary's place in the Berry family.
And now Ashlyn was trying to walk all over her.
Penelope wailed at the top of her lungs, “Ashlyn, I hate you! What do you want from me? You've been taking everything from me
since we were kids. Isn't that enough? Why do you have to bully me on my birthday? Listen well, I'm the young lady of the Yates
family, and you'll never be able to measure up to me. You're just a lowlife. No matter what you do, you can never be a part of the
real aristocracy like the Yates family. You can only look up to us, but you'll never belong—”
Before she could finish her sentence, a crisp, loud slap could be heard.
Penelope was dazed from the momentum of the slap and took some time to finally regain her composure when she felt the hot,
searing pain on her cheeks.
She widened her eyes in disbelief at Ashlyn. “You hit me!”
Ashlyn merely looked at her impassively as if she was no more than an insignificant speck of dust. “Consider that a wake-up call.
I don't want you to act like a deranged woman.”
Penelope's blood boiled. She wanted to fight back, but she was pressed down hard onto the sink with a swing of Ashlyn's hand.
Her disheveled face was pressed against the cold sink, and her hands were crossed behind her by Ashlyn. She gritted her teeth
and barked, “What are you doing?”
The chilling water droplets on the sink were going to smear the makeup on her face.
Her eyes went crimson from fury as she glared at Ashlyn. “I'm going to tell Uncle Ryan and Granny! I'll have them come over and
get back at you for me!”
“Do you think you're in the kindergarten, where parents come to settle your fights?” At the sight of Penelope struggling to free
herself, Ashlyn abruptly retracted her hands.
Penelope didn't see it coming and plopped right down onto the cold floor.
Her hatred for Ashlyn intensified. How is she so beautiful and strong? Why does she always get all the good things in life?
No matter what, Penelope could never do anything to Ashlyn, and that feeling was driving her insane.
“Ashlyn, how did you come to know Old Mr. Laith?”
Ashlyn raised a brow. “Do you think I'll tell you?”
Penelope's face stiffened. She softened her tone as she said, “Ashlyn, we're sisters, and sisters fight. All siblings fight growing
up. Let's set aside our past disagreements and focus on what really matters. Could you... introduce me to Old Mr. Laith?”