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.

would respond, or sometimes, he would answer Benjamin through a message

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

heard no sound from inside, he reached out for the knob. Zoren never locked his door.

eyes searched the wide room. There was no sight of his boss. This triggered an adrenaline rush in Benjamin,

his boss.

long for him to find his boss as his steps skidded when he

bathroom.

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with his back against 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 entire body were breaking out

froze for a moment, scanning the bathroom. The window was shattered as if someone punched it with all their might. Pieces of glass were scattered on the sink and onto the floor. All the frustrations Benjamin felt moments ago disappeared without a

a second as he caught more smeared blood

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

“What?”

show him a little bit of light. But it wasn’t. There was nothing. “I

heart sank as he paled, staring at the horror and shock plastered on

a cruel accident, Zoren wouldn’t show this expression, not because he was hiding it, but because Zoren was

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make sure he wouldn’t do anything reckless

whimpered, the corners of his

breath hitched until his neck turned

ago, Benjamin was so frustrated with him. But now, all he could feel was remorse and regret. He felt bad for being harsh on Zoren–even though Zoren didn’t know his

“Mr. Vitt.”

as the lead doctor

will look after him through the night to make sure his temperature continues to

He had been Zoren’s personal assistant, and Benjamin felt

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