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

Chapter 419: Unconscious state

When Atlas said Penny was different when drunk, he was right. When Penny was drunk, she would forget about her current lifetime. To her, it was as if she were still living her first life. Her mind would construct a logical explanation for why she was no longer in prison, creating a temporary fantasy reality.

In other words, when Penny was drunk, she was in a state teetering between sanity and madness-a state from which she never truly recovered.

Which meant... something was about to go down.

Her fingertips brushed the floor as she squatted beside Atlas, her arms resting on her knees. Penny tilted her head to one side and then slowly to the other.

"Why in the hell is this guy in my room?" she wondered, raising a brow, clearly displeased to see her brother. "Didn't he say he didn't want to see me?"

Penny raised an eyebrow, recalling how Atlas, even during his last visit, hadn't believed her side of truth. This memory filled her heart with bitterness and anger.

"Should I pour gasoline on him?" she mused, thinking Atlas would surely wake up if she set him on fire. She poked his side and nudged his shoulder, but Atlas didn't wake up. She kept her finger pressed against his shoulder, her eyes fixed on his sleeping profile.

"Heh." She smirked, pushing herself up and heading back to her bed. Penny grabbed the blanket and returned to Atlas. She raised her foot and kicked his shoulder, sending him out of the beanbag.

Thud!

"Ugh..." Atlas groaned as the fall jolted him awake. He slowly opened his eyes, assuming he had merely nodded off and fallen off the beanbag. But as his vision cleared and he saw the person towering over him, his pupils dilated.

"Penny," he blurted out, sitting up immediately. "What are you-"

The rest of his words were swallowed when a blanket fell over his face. He then felt another light kick on his shoulder, making him fall back to the floor.

yelped, only to feel her swiftly pushing his body to make it roll on the

down

called in horror, recognizing the same look he had seen before.

a finger in front of

"!!!"

if you don't want to

voice trailed off when she suddenly pressed an acupoint on the side of his neck where his shoulder and neck meet. His eyes, once full of alarm and concern, suddenly dimmed. His mouth

knocked him unconscious with a simple press of

clicked her tongue. "He never listens," she whispered. "Never mind

She then rolled Atlas quietly, moving him until he

crawling under the bed to pull the blanket down from Atlas's face. She pressed his chin to close his partially open mouth before crawling back

her face as she watched her brother under the bed. When she was sure Atlas would be sleeping peacefully for the night, Penny pushed

slightly dim room, she clicked her tongue, feeling no shred of emotion toward her surroundings.

same walls that had witnessed all of

her mind, she believed she was proven innocent before her execution date. Thus, she was out and back in this smothering house she loathed day and night

the door, ready to leave the house for the night. She stopped when she noticed a key on

she smirked, casting the bed another glance. She picked

couldn't go to

place she wanted to stay was the Bennet Mansion.

had been the worst place for her, but sleeping on

marched outside and walked down the