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

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Minutes ago, in the elevator... 1

"Sir, are you alright?" asked the bodyguard, noticing Zoren massaging the top of his brow.

Zoren glanced at his bodyguards and squinted.

"Yes," he kept his answer short, straightening his back. "Don't mind me. I'm alright."

The bodyguard lowered his head and took a step back, giving him some space. When the lift arrived at their destination, more bodyguards were already waiting for him outside.

Zoren didn't stop for anyone, heading straight to the ward where Dean was. However, despite the strong and stoic front he maintained, Zoren's vision was blurring with every passing second. His head had been aching since the moment he woke up-probably because of the incident not so long ago,

I'm not going blind, am I?' he wondered as they made a turn in the hallway.

Snapping his eyes ahead, he caught sight of a woman squeezing herself to the side to make way.

"Move aside," he said, his voice barely audible to the men around him. "The way is not only for

1. us.

The bodyguards glanced at him and then noticed the woman ahead. They quickly stepped aside, squeezing into the other lane.

When Zoren got closer to Dean's private ward, another sharp pain struck the side of his head. His steps slowed, but he didn't stop. The only time he paused was when he reached the door of the private ward. 'My vision is getting even more blurry,' he thought, taking a shallow breath before exhaling slowly,

Despite everything happening within him, his demeanor, stance, and stoic front didn't change. When he stepped inside the ward, he could only rely on the big movements and colors inside

the room.

"Uncle," Dean smiled gently, watching his uncle sit down. "What a surprise! I didn't know you'd visit today" @

"Didn't Ben tell you about it?"

"No."

"I probably told him in my head and forgot to say it."

Dean shook his head and glanced at the door behind Zoren. "Had you been waiting outside?"

"Why would I wait outside?"

So you just came in," Dean chuckled, smiling. "Nothing, Uncle. I

wait.

we have a

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the question before he smiled broadly.

missed her."

"Her?"

he chuckled. "Didn't I tell

and rested one leg over

You're never interested in

Dean maintained his smile, his

"How are you,

at the small bandage on Zoren's temple. "I heard you got into

"Mhm".

a bone,

"I am fine."

"Uncle, why are you

said indifferently, "I

but he understood the threat

the time, I

glancing at his nephew

one who's always in

chuckled, nodding. "I

didn't linger any longer and walked out. Dean, on the other hand, fixed his eyes on his uncle's retreating figure. When the door closed, the smile on his face

her?" he whispered. "Or did she

brow before squinting. "Something's wrong with him," he muttered before the corner of his lips curled into a

Meanwhile...

hear back from Yugl. So when the heavens sided with

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positioned herself on one of the couches with a magazine over her face. Her eyes lingered over

up. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw a group of uniformed men step out. The second she

slowly placed the magazine back. As the group drew closer to her vantage point, she rose from her seat and sauntered in their direction. She couldn't just

But alas...

their vicinity when

do you need

pointed at the person they were guarding. "I need to talk to him." Zoren's steps slowed as he looked back