Her gaze drifted back to Merl. He was laughing now, a hearty, uninhibited sound that made Penelope’s stomach clench. Beside him, Beatrice Pearson offered a rare, approving nod, a gesture that spoke volumes about the Pearsons’ unwavering faith in their son-in-law. Penelope felt a surge of something akin to pity for them, for their utter blindness. But pity was a luxury she could no longer afford. Her focus had narrowed, her purpose solidified. She was here to shatter the illusion, to expose the lie, to ensure that the truth, however brutal, would finally have its day. Meer lezen Snelle levering vanuit Nederland.