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

339 Please help him

“Sometimes, to find the light, you have to go through the deepest darkness.”

“Tch!” Benjamin clicked his tongue in irritation, stomping his way back to the mansion.

When he was inside, he grabbed his things to go home. But just as he did, he felt his phone vibrate and ring. Checking who it was, his lips curved down even more.

It was Patricia.

[From: Miss Patricia Miller,

Good evening, Mr. Vitt! I’m so happy to hear that! I am available any day, and I can meet Renren whenever he is free.]

“Tch,” he snorted and rolled his eyes, not bothering to reply to her. He already did what he was told to do, and thus, he could do this once he rearranged his muddled thoughts. But even so, since she responded, Benjamin had to inform Zoren about it–regardless of how reluctant he

was.

With that thought in mind, Benjamin went up the stairs to inform Zoren and also to bid him. farewell. Benjamin wouldn’t normally bid his boss farewell. After all, Zoren was already resigned to his bed, and he might be resting. Even so, Zoren told him to give him the update. Benjamin would rather get this done and over with.

“Sir?” Benjamin knocked on the master’s bedroom door. “Sir, I received a response from Miss

Miller.”

Benjamin knocked three more times before deep lines appeared between his brows. “Sir?” he

called once more, this time louder. “Sir, is everything alright?”

Still, nothing.

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He knocked two more times and waited patiently, staring at the door, weighing his options.

would respond, or sometimes, he would answer Benjamin through a message or a call. But Zoren was doing neither

nervously, his eyes brimming with worry. “Sir, please answer me,

he reached out

wide room. There was no sight of

his boss.

didn’t take long for him to find his

bathroom.

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his head cocked back, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Blood dripped

someone punched it with all their might. Pieces of glass were scattered on the sink and onto the floor. All

for a second as he caught

straight at the light bulb.

“What?”

whispered Zoren, knowing the light bulb should show him a little

paled, staring at the horror and shock plastered on

cruel accident, Zoren wouldn’t show this expression, not because he was hiding it, but because Zoren was never scared of death. But right now, his

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bed. They put Zoren to sleep just to make sure he wouldn’t do anything reckless

the corners of his eyes reddening. “What’s

hitched until his neck turned taut, wondering what happened

But now, all he could feel was remorse and regret. He felt bad for being

“Mr. Vitt.”

lead doctor approached

barely lowered,” said the doctor. “The nurses will look after him through the night to make

new to Benjamin. He had been Zoren’s personal assistant, and Benjamin felt like he went to medical school with all the knowledge he had learned just being an assistant to

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