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

Chapter 490: Mom, why do you hate me?

[FLASHBACK]

The night of Zoren's visit to the Bennet household...

A deep exhale escaped Allison as she wiped Penny's forehead. Penny had been sweating profusely in her sleep, so aside from trying to keep her temperature down, Allison had to wipe the sweat forming on Penny's forehead and back.

'I don't remember nursing her back to health like this,' thought Allison, her eyes softening as her lips curled bitterly. 'Did Haines have to look after her like this when they were abroad?'

To be honest, Allison felt jealous of Haines.

Although Allison and Charles never failed to fly out of the country to see their daughter, and Penny would fly back during her vacations, it wasn't enough. Penny hadn't spent the first thirteen years of her life with her real family. Adding to those twelve years, it felt like they hadn't truly looked after her.

It might have been Penny's insistence, and with a heavy heart, they respected her decision. Even so, these numbers lingered in Allison's mind until now.

Reaching out to Penny, she stroked her daughter's hair gently. "Penny, just how fast did you all grow up? I just blinked..." Now they were all adults.

Having all four of them in the house was a blessing.

'If not for Mama's, I would be very sad,' she thought, thankful that she had gone into business with Jessa. Otherwise, she would just be here, waiting for the time her children would come to visit.

Her eyes softened with affection, missing all the years they had lost together. Her worries for Penny dominated her heart, but at the same time, realizing how many things she had missed doing for her daughter brought a conflict into her heart.

"Get well, my dearest," she whispered, leaning in to kiss her daughter's forehead. "Mom's gonna be here, so don't worry."

Allison slowly drew away, sighing once again. She stayed in the chair beside the bed, fixing the already-used towels under the night lamp. As she squeezed the towel to dry it and get a new bowl, she sensed a stare from her side.

Allison offered a gentle smile,

called worriedly, about to reach for her when Penny suddenly asked, "Mom, why do you hate

still coarse and barely above

ears.

the question took her off guard. "Honey, why are you asking that?

have you

the towel and moved from the chair to the edge

understand what you're talking about," said Allison with a worried smile, touching Penny's forehead with the back of her hand. Penny was burning up again. Assuming this was all due to her high fever, Allison tried to get the damp towel. But before she could do so, Penny spoke

"I hate myself."

to see tears welling up in Penny's

shaky

confused and baffled by her daughter's words. However, she couldn't deny the heaviness and sincerity in Penny's voice. It made her wonder: had Penny hated herself and thought Allison hated

panicked a little, now teary-eyed. "That's not true.

she didn't have to because Penny was already hugging her waist, crying. Allison

called, a mix of worry and panic in her voice. "Why are you crying,

daughter's hand starting to shake. She didn't

through her tears. "... that I

buried her face

to let

I'm sorry for not making you proud. I tried my best

be proud

hate me. I'll try again and make you

Penny, who was

Allison's cheek as she patted

her daughter she would never hate