"This is why I stated that I was speaking to my granddaughter. I didn’t want to co to this point, but since you asked, yes, I am upset she poured your tea," said lanie.
lanie had seen this treatnt once before, and she was still tired of n with status acting like they were made of gold.
Penelope frowned. "I offered to pour his tea because I wanted to, not because Tyrion expected it of . This is an uncomfortable setting to be in since we have not spoken in a while. Pouring helped to calm my nerves."
"And what are you nervous about?" lanie asked. "What did you think I would do to you, Penelope? I am still your grandmother."
"It is not what you would do, but rather what you would say and now my worries were confird. I pour my husband tea, yet you view it as sothing worth speaking of. Why?" Penelope asked.
What would lanie think if she learned that instead of sending the butler or a maid, Penelope carried water or sothing refreshing to Tyrion?
It was a kind gesture which Tyrion had done for her as well.
"You know why," lanie replied.
"No, I don’t. Anything I do for my husband is because I want to. I don’t know what goes on in your marriage to grandfather, but I have never felt forced," said Penelope. "I am not you," Penelope reminded lanie. "My marriage is not your own. I married for love."
"Penelope!" lanie said in a scolding tone.
"We should keep our voices low and in a respectful tone before one of us loses our tongue," Tyrion warned lanie.
lanie’s mouth was slightly ajar right before she left. "See, this is what I was worried about. I tried to lead you on the right path in place of your mother to avoid this. He is the sa as your father."
"Mother," lody whispered.
This wasn’t what they ca for.
Penelope couldn’t believe lanie. "Hearing that he is like my father isn’t an insult but rather a complint. I am grateful my husband has the sa qualities as the man who raised . My father is a wonderful man, so if you compare them, then my husband is wonderful as well."
Penelope planned to be respectful, but she couldn’t sit here and allow lanie to make up so false narrative about Tyrion. She certainly wouldn’t allow her father to be insulted.
"You said that I spoke to you, a child, about your mother, but it turns out they placed you in conversations you shouldn’t have been a part of," said lanie.
"If you are speaking of how I know about your relationship with my father, I have learned of it from your interactions. From the things you have said about him during our visits, as if you wanted to turn against him," Penelope responded.
Penelope hated that lanie thought that since her relationship with Edgar wasn’t good, then he had to be a terrible father or an awful husband.
It wasn’t so. Penelope could never say that her father was awful to her, and she never thought her parents weren’t ant to be together.
Penelope took a deep breath, not wanting to work herself up. This was ant to be a good day, and it would stay that way.
"From the mont I t your father, he has always looked like he wanted to kill ," said lanie.
"Wasn’t my father the one who found where you were, reminded you that you have a daughter here-"
"Penelope!" lanie yelled.
"-And had you brought her back here so you could see her? He must be so cruel to reunite a daughter who was worried about her mother. Or was he cruel because you were forced to tell your family you had a daughter? Which is it?" Penelope asked, wanting an honest answer.
"It must have been hard for you to admit to your husband that not only were you married before, but you had a daughter you never spoke of, never visited, and no longer cared for. Before you accuse my mother of telling , the court keeps records," said Penelope.
Penelope had been curious about everything, along with Lily. It had been a hard task to get to the court without her father knowing, but they managed to read the old files on the case.
"I hope that my father bringing you back to Lockwood isn’t the reason you hate him, or because he is protective of my mother. After everything she faced, you should be pleased that she found soone who cares for her so much," Penelope said, feeling the sa frustration she felt with Tabitha.
"We should move past the tea," lody spoke up. "It’s best we speak of sothing more civil."
"No," Penelope spoke up. "I am tired of having to avoid conversations because she is not ready for them. You are the oldest one out of all of us. Why should we have to wait for you to speak or wait for you to realise what you did wrong?"
"Do you think your mother is perfect?" lanie inquired. She could list a few instances where Alessandra wasn’t perfect.
Penelope smiled. "No. My mother has never claid to be perfect. If you spent a day with her, you would know she thinks she has many flaws. We all make mistakes. So of us can admit we have made them."
lody worried this would spark another argunt. "Penelope-"
"Don’t," Tyrion said, stopping lody.
It was ti that Penelope got to speak her mind.
"You know nothing about the past. I don’t care about what you have read from the case. Your father could have twisted it," lanie said.
Penelope laughed since she knew that was unlikely.
Edgar had always hated the court, and Penelope doubted her father would have used his money to bribe anyone so he could make lanie look bad.
"Unfortunately, you made yourself look bad. My father didn’t have to do anything. A woman who abandons her child and moves on to a new life can appear good no matter how you portray yourself," Penelope said, wishing lanie could stop with the bla.
lanie smacked her hand against the table, startling only lody. "I did what was best for my daughter. Her father adored her, so I left her in a stable ho where she didn’t need to worry about being fed. I thought he would care for her. He was to care for her."
"But he didn’t. Why did you expect so much out of a man who didn’t treat you well? I have been fortunate not to et my grandfather, and I know he sounds to be a terrible man, but that doesn’t excuse you. Why can’t you admit that you also made a mistake?" Penelope asked.
lanie’s single confession would fix so much.
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