Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

177 Shot were fired

Charles's breath hitched, and his entire body froze. His grip on Penny's hand tightened without his knowledge, horrified at what he was seeing inside.

Penny furrowed her brows as her father squeezed her hand. Looking up, Charles already turned around and faced her.

"Penny. Charles squatted in front of her, his voice low. "How about you... you get back in the car, hmm?"

"Papa, what's going on?"

His smile cracked, clearing his throat. "Nothing. Just... listen to dad, can you, hmm?”

Seeing Charles trying not to alarm her already alarmed her. Her heart thudded against her chest. wondering if Grace had already done the unimaginable. Or was her interference changed these people's lives and that cruel man hurt Grace and her mother?

Myriads of thoughts swirled in Penny's eyes, thinking if it was the latter, she would never forgive herself.

"Penny" Charles squeezed her shoulders and smiled. "You can go back to the car on your own, right?"

"O-okay" Penny nodded upon sensing the urgency in Charles' voice.

Having said that, she turned around while Charles slowly got up from his squatting position. He kept his eyes on his daughter, taking out his phone from his pocket when she was in the distance.

"Did you send your men to the location I gave you?" he asked the other person when the line was picked up. His voice was low and quiet. He could even barely hear himself.

"I can't see them: Charles looked around in dismay. "This is an emergency. That person I told you about....."

He slowly set his eyes to the window, gulping as he saw the man of the house drag a body on the floor. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, taking a step back.

"We need the police. He killed her "Charles took a step back, putting down the phone without ending the call.

beater drag a body across the house. The window was in the bedroom, but since the house was small and the man left

man stopped in the kitchen, he saw the man looking for knives. Whatever the man was going to do with the knives, Charles didn't want to know. Or rather,

He already knew.

at the house, his fist

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shouldn't let that woman go back with that

They could've saved her!

Yet...

swelled in Charles's heart, trying his best to calm himself down. The person he called was a good friend of

made sure the man wouldn't

have to stop it, at least. Or

trail on the floor, but she might still be alive! Waiting for the police or anyone was a waste. After all, he saw the man getting a butcher's knife. Even a kid would

Don't

go inside!" the the other end of the line shouted, but since the phone was already inside Charles's pocket, the latter couldn't hear

call

was locked inside. Hence, he kicked

open and then twisting the knob. The knob only rattled, compelling him to hit it with his side. "Hey! Open

He looked

and gazed down at the body before him.

was all over the place and the yelling outside and the thud as if someone was breaking the door open filled him with panic. The man looked around, checking the drawers from

aside from the butcher knife he already had on the floor, there was nothing he could use. Amid his panic,

way to the bedroom. The man searched through the closet and,

sinister grin. His wicked eyes glinted, knowing this would shut up the person outside. He was already

his way to the entrance of their small house. Charles was still banging

nosey bastards..." the man slowly raised