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

Chapter 482: Went back in time, you know?

Meanwhile...

Atlas and Hugo stood behind the one-way mirror, watching the interrogation with dark expressions. They had been there since the person who tried to stab Slater was captured, but that person hadn't said a word for a while now.

Initially, the culprit had been talking, but everything he said was nonsense. He was simply diverting the conversation and purposely misleading the investigation. Now, he had completely shut down.

"Let me in," Hugo demanded, his eyes blazing as he gripped his shoulders. "I'll make him talk."

His jaw tightened, and if his gaze could stab anything, the glass would have been shattered. He had been there long before Atlas, and his patience was wearing thin -very thin.

Though Atlas shared the same impatience as Hugo, he maintained a calm yet frosty front. "Hugo, patience."

"Some people talk after being coaxed, but others only speak when they know they're about to cross the gates of hell," Hugo said, giving Atlas a look that made him seem like a beast about to devour anything in his way.

But Atlas was unfazed. "You're not in a war zone, Hugo," he reminded him sternly, showing his second brother he wouldn't back down. "Hurting him to make him talk isn't admissible."

Hugo clenched his teeth and balled his hands into tight fists. He hissed through gritted teeth, clicking his tongue as he exhaled sharply.

"He's not going to talk," Hugo said after suppressing the rising anger in his chest. "That much, I can guarantee."

Atlas didn't bother responding. "If anyone wants to hurt him the most, that would be me," he confessed, his eyes icy compared to the blaze filling Hugo's. "But if I want justice for my siblings, I have to exercise patience. Otherwise, you'd be doing all the work because I'd be on the other side of the glass, not here."

Hugo glanced at his older brother, noticing the slight tremble in Atlas's shoulders. Never in his life had he seen Atlas tremble with anger. His brother was usually composed and indifferent, even as a child. He was responsible and always executed his tasks perfectly. Even when annoyed, Atlas wouldn't show it.

was why he was

clear Atlas was holding onto the last thread of his patience. Seeing this calmed Hugo, who took a deep breath and lowered

keep him detained and continue questioning him for another twenty-four hours," Hugo said more calmly. "I don't

look at his brother. "They'll let us know if

ones conducting the interrogation, there was little they could do at this point. Hugo could have easily gained access and interrupted the

was still fixated on

when Atlas raised a hand to silence him. Confused, he turned back to the one-way mirror, where they had been watching the culprit. Deep lines

he... is he laughing?" Hugo's face twisted in disgust, taking the man's

mockery after almost stabbing Slater and injuring Penny. He balled his hands into tight

The culprit's giggles were low at first

darkening. Without looking at

staring at the culprit without blinking. God forbid they keep the man locked away tong enough, because if Hugo ever got the chance, he would send him

you laughing?" the interrogator asked. "Is something

on the officer in charge, sneering. "Funny? Of course!

amazing to you?" "Hihihi." The

officer took

like? My colleagues will get it for

some... heh, never mind.

professionally, maintaining

me why you attacked

sneered and shrugged. "How would I

soon as those words left

saw

toward