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

345 What should I do with it?

"If Patricia Miller can make him happy, even temporarily, then let him keep her around.

That remark was deeply etched in Benjamin's mind as he sighed, recalling what Penny had told him the night before. Penny had stayed all night, looking after Zoren until he stabilized, only going home at dawn.

Slowly, Benjamin peeked over his shoulder, catching Zoren staring out the window. Another deep exhale slipped past him before he turned his eyes back to the windshield.

While staring ahead, a thought crossed his mind. I should inform Mark about the situation. I don't understand why they haven't returned, but they've got to return now."

A glint flickered across Benjamin's eyes as a look of determination settled on his face.

This couldn't continue like this.

Even though Penny was already on it, Benjamin felt how unfair the situation was. Not to mention, he was sick of himself for badmouthing someone who had proven to be nothing but a good person. On top of that, he felt guilty for keeping Zoren in the dark. [Pierson's Corporation]

When Dean stepped out of the car, he paused, turning his head to look at the other car ahead of his. Stepping out of that car was none other than Zoren.

"Good morning, Uncle," Dean greeted with a smile, watching as Zoren slowly shifted his eyes to him. "It looks like you're in a good mood."

Zoren didn't respond and simply marched toward the entrance. Dean matched his pace until the two of them were walking side by side. As they entered, employees in the lobby stopped and slightly tilted their heads down at the two important figures of the company. Dean glanced over his shoulder, ignoring the grim look on Benjamin's face and focusing on the bodyguards trailing behind them.

"Miss Penelope seems to have sent you some reliable people, he remarked with a chuckle. "They all look interesting, Uncle."

"Do they?"

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dry chuckle escaped him. Dean, on the other hand, grinned as

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Zoren paused, momentarily gazing at his

prick..." Benjamin seethed, eyes burning. "How dare he spew

curled up as he resumed his steps. "Let him be, Ben: A glint flickered. In

walked into his office, his assistant following closely behind. When he sat down behind his desk, he noticed a stack of files on

lifting his eyes to

before responding emotionlessly, "Mr. Finn sent them this morning. He said they're the

see." Dean nodded and waved

assistant lowered her head and, without making a sound, left the room. Unlike Benjamin, who often made a fuss, Dean's

door closed behind his assistant, Dean picked up the file and leaned back in his chair. The moment he opened the folder, he quickly realized it was yet another medical record of none other than Zoren Pierson. Having trained under Professor Singh, Dean had no problem reading the medical record as if it

between his brows as he reached the new entries

underwent general check-ups, and being tested in every conceivable way was already a

narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "What's wrong

was just a simple routine. After all, those maintaining Zoren's medical records often kept details vague, as many were interested in them and many wanted to get their hands on them. "Something's wrong with him," he whispered,

silence, the corner of Dean's lips curled