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

Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Cannon fodders

"Ouch..."

"Penny?" Hugo took a large step forward, grasping her arm as she winced and seemed to lose her balance. "Are you okay?"

Suddenly, the ringing in Penny's ears stopped. She remained frozen momentarily, ensuring the pain had fully subsided. When it did, she looked up at him.

The worry in Hugo's eyes was visible, his brows furrowed. "Everything okay?"

"Uh... mhm," she hummed, forcing a brief smile. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." Penny cleared her throat and straightened her posture, facing him squarely. "Second Brother, when did I say that again?"

"Ah, last night."

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line and sighed. "I don't know why I said those things, but don't worry. I don't hate you," she reassured. "It's probably the alcohol... or that I didn't recognize you. Anyway, I think I'll just return to my room and rest. I wasn't feeling well."

"Oh."

Before Hugo could respond, Penny had already strode back to her room. Watching her leave, deep lines formed between his brows.

"Didn't recognize me?" he whispered, confused. "But she called my name... or was I mistaken?"

In all honesty, Hugo was certain he hadn't done anything to earn his sister's hatred. What bothered him was the look in her eyes last night. It concerned him deeply, prompting him to want to clarify.

Not that he completely believed her without any basis, but from the look she gave him, he knew she was telling the truth.

head. "It was easier to understand that look in her eyes last night if she

pondered over it for a long time until his head began to ache. To avoid a headache in the middle of the day, he pushed the thought

***

when Penny reached her room, she closed the door behind her. Her heart raced for unknown reasons, making her feel feverish. She

[Stay dead... Hugo.]

voice echoed in her mind, along with a snippet of Hugo's image standing before her. It was almost like recalling a dream, but a part of her insisted it was no dream. It was a memory—a fragment she didn't know she

around her room. "First

sharp pain struck the side of her head. Penny winced again, touching her temple as more snippets of memories flashed in her mind. They were mostly fragments from last night: Penny driving aimlessly in the city, hiding behind a bush, seeing the unconscious Nathaniel, and

memories were brief and fragmented, offering little clarity. All she felt

forehead as the pain subsided, realizing her body temperature was higher than usual. "I

ached, and her muscles were sore. With

Penny dragged herself onto the bed

feeling her

Had I ever had a fever

before she knew

***

[FLASHBACK]

the person sitting behind the

the pale, lifeless look in her eyes. Penny stared at him with wide eyes, barely blinking. Unlike before,

If not for the glass between them, he might have expected her to pounce and rip

up a folder from the small steel surface before him. He then slid it over

if you're interested," the man said with the same stern,

in the folder. She kept her sharp eyes on him, propping her arms

took the fall for a crime I didn't commit,

forward and sneered.

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