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

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“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.

through a

thudded nervously, his eyes brimming with worry. “Sir, please answer me, or I will have to

no sound from inside, he reached out for the knob.

second he opened the door, his eyes searched the wide room. There was no sight of his boss. This triggered an adrenaline rush in Benjamin, prompting him to rush inside and search

his boss.

It didn’t take long for him to find his boss as his steps skidded when he reached

bathroom.

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the wall, his arms on his bences, was Zoren. He had his head cocked back, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Blood dripped on the floor from his knuckles, and his arm, and his

someone punched it with all their might. Pieces of glass were scattered on

yelled, rushing inside. He paused for a second as he caught more smeared blood

his eyes, staring straight at the light bulb. “I

“What?”

a little bit of light. But it wasn’t. There was

staring at the horror and shock plastered on

was the first time he had seen Zoren make such an expression. Even after a cruel accident, Zoren wouldn’t show this expression, not because he was hiding it, but because Zoren was

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medical team tend to him on the bed. They put Zoren to sleep just to make sure he wouldn’t do anything reckless at the moment. They also checked his eyes, but they

whimpered, the corners of his eyes reddening. “What’s

his neck turned taut, wondering

remorse and regret. He felt bad for being harsh on Zoren–even though Zoren didn’t know his assistant was being harsh on him behind

“Mr. Vitt.”

the lead doctor approached him. “Doctor,

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

personal assistant, and Benjamin felt like he went to medical school with all the knowledge he had

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