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?"

profile. "The next board meeting is coming up, and

that, the corner of Zoren's lips curled up as a short, dry chuckle escaped him. Dean, on the

your medical team

be able to defend your seat at the next board meeting, but it might be harder at

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off, Zoren paused, momentarily gazing

seethed, eyes burning. "How dare he spew such threats

his steps. "Let him be, Ben: A glint

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

these?" he asked, lifting his eyes to

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

Dean nodded and waved

her head and, without making a sound, left the room. Unlike Benjamin, who often made a fuss, Dean's assistant was the complete opposite. She only spoke when necessary, answered when asked, and followed orders

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

lines appeared between his brows as he reached the new entries in

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

he whispered, narrowing his

maintaining Zoren's medical records often kept details vague, as many were interested in them and many wanted

the corner of Dean's lips curled into a