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.

or sometimes, he would answer Benjamin through a message or

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

he reached out for the knob. Zoren never locked his door. Hence, Benjamin quickly got

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

his boss.

long for him to find his

bathroom.

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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

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

as he caught more smeared blood around before he

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

“What?”

Zoren, knowing the light bulb should show him a little bit of light.

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

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 never scared of death. But

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

of

hitched until his neck turned taut,

ago, Benjamin was so frustrated with him. But now, all he could feel was remorse and regret. He felt bad

“Mr. Vitt.”

as the lead

barely lowered,” said the doctor. “The nurses will look after him

Benjamin felt like he went to medical school with

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