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 message or a

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

had passed and Benjamin heard no sound from inside, he reached out for

door, his eyes searched the wide room. There was no sight of

his boss.

for him to find his boss as

bathroom.

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back, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Blood dripped on the floor from his knuckles, and his arm, and

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

as he caught more smeared blood around before he squatted beside Zoren. “Sir, what’s going

opened his eyes, staring straight at the

“What?”

the light bulb should 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

Even after a cruel accident, Zoren wouldn’t show this expression, not because he was hiding it, but because Zoren was never

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put Zoren to sleep just to make sure he wouldn’t do anything reckless at the moment. They also checked his eyes, but they said

of his eyes

until his neck turned taut, wondering what happened to his

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 assistant was being

“Mr. Vitt.”

the lead

look after him through the night to make sure his temperature

new to Benjamin. He had been Zoren’s personal assistant, and Benjamin felt like he went

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