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

Chapter 447: Are we doomed?

The aftermath of Penny and Renny's duo last night was a disaster. Aside from the broken furniture and the traces of the fight, the men who had participated in the showdown were all injured. Some stayed in the infirmary to recover, while others went to work despite being bandaged or in casts. They were hurt, but nothing could hurt more than their pride and egos.

Zoren sat on the couch, his eyes scanning everyone standing before him. Despite his vision problems, he could tell just how troubled they all appeared. Above all, how hurt their pride must have hurt.

'My men...,' he thought, his eyes veering off to the other side of the line. '... and her men.'

They all exuded the same somber mood.

"Sir," Mark finally spoke after a prolonged silence. "Please tell us what's going to happen now."

They had all gathered before Zoren to discuss last night's events and what would happen next. After all, Zoren and Penny had gone about their night without another word to them. God knows most of them had barely slept. Those who had been knocked unconscious had it better; at least they got to rest all night—unlike the rest of them.

"Well..." Zoren trailed off as the butler entered the living area, placing a tray of his light breakfast on the coffee table. He waited until the butler left before continuing.

"About last night-"

"Good morning!"

Again, Zoren stopped when Penny's voice echoed through the living area. Everyone instinctively looked up, visibly shaken and on high alert just from hearing that voice. Slowly, they lifted their heads and watched Penny skip down the stairs.

When Penny turned her head in their direction, she stopped, furrowing her brows as she studied their faces. She noticed the casts, the bandages on their foreheads, and the haggard looks in their eyes.

"Oh my God," she gasped, rushing down the stairs.

Penny quickly stood near the couch where Zoren sat, scanning them all up close. She slowly turned to Zoren, horrified.

to them? Were

Everyone: "!!!"

that question

eyes settled on Angel, concern evident in her expression. "Angel,

was her best man, his condition

their

He was well aware of the kind of troublemaker she was. Yet, he

men, they all stared at

examining him. "Did someone

No one attacked. It was just the result of a

A friendly brawl?!

Everyone quietly scoffed and

they didn't know who to judge more: Penny, for daring to forget fast night,or Zoren, for covering up what really

Penny repeated softly,

as a welcoming party for my people." For some reason, he

rocked her head, looking at the men apologetically. "It must have been hard on

cruel to them? They just arrived, and I'm sure they're

were flabbergasted, unable to suppress their facial

little tradition we have," Zoren reassured with a smile, casting a glance at the men before them.

"Well," Penny shrugged, "okay."

the tray on the coffee table, and an idea crossed her mind. "Hehe. Don't mind me," she said, reaching for the toast and jar. "Discuss whatever matters you need to; I'll just serve

modest as she struggled to open

to make up for whatever silly thing she had done last night—if there was anything-Penny turned to Zoren pitifully. She tried to open the jar again, this time

she muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. "Why is this jar

The stark contrast between their memories of