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

Chapter 493: A war freak

The first dinner of the Bennet family with Zoren went smoothly. There wasn't much to note, aside from Allison asking Zoren a few questions to show her interest. Slater also chimed in every once in a while, but his comments were mostly irrelevant and best ignored for the sake of one's sanity.

Haines contributed to the conversation, and surprisingly, Atlas did as well. They tried to avoid discussing business as much as possible, but there were moments when they couldn't help it. Charles, on the other hand, focused more on his daughter.

Overall, the dinner was uneventful. Meaning, it was better than she hoped for. Ignoring Slater, it was okay.

Afterward, Penny sent Zoren off before retiring to bed.

"This still hurts a bit," she mumbled, applying cream to her palm. "Good thing this cream helps. It hurt so much this morning."

She scratched her leg again, which had been stinging since she woke up. She hadn't noticed it earlier or had the time to check. Now, dressed in a comfortable nightgown, she lifted her skirt to take a look.

"Huh?" She furrowed her brows in confusion.

There, on the side of her thigh, was a small red lesion with a faint bruise. "When did I get this?"

Leaning closer to inspect, she saw a tiny dot in the middle of the red area, as if she'd been pricked by something. She had been in the hospital all day-how could she have been stung by an insect?

"Never mind that," she shook her head. "I must've gotten it when I rushed to the stage..."

Clack.

She paused at the faint sound coming from the window. It sounded like something had hit it.

Clack!

"Huh?" Penny slowly turned toward the window. Rising from the bed, she approached it cautiously. Just before she reached it, another small pebble hit the glass. "Who in the world..."

throwing rocks at her window, her

window, she could see the noticeable cut

and concerned, Penny

loud enough for Hugo

at her and mouthed, "I'm

Her nose wrinkled. "Second Brother,

he going straight to the second-floor window when he could have

the hassle by simply using the front door and

shook his head and pointed in a direction. His action was something

long, in case

was all he said,

few steps back, then sprinted toward the house. He leaped onto the wall, clinging to a tiny decorative ledge, before pulling himself up with ease, as if he

fingers gripped the windowsill. "If this were a forbidden romance, you'd have

be unsettling, as it meant Hugo could easily abduct her if

grunted as he pulled himself over the window and landed inside

arm. "Second Brother, you're so talented. You'd make a great

her, for

stop clapping. You're not in

you were so amazing, I can't help it." She smiled and ceased her applause. "So, what's the deal? Why

Uncle

"And?"

questions," Hugo replied in a knowing tone, though there was another reason. Atlas had told him not

her eyes scanning her brother's face. Aside from the cut on his mouth, there was bruising on his cheekbone. One glance, and

dismay,

she grumbled. "Did you get into another fight? You're starting to look like

twisted in disbelief. "Penny, me? A

fight!" she complained. "Second Brother, not because you're a high-ranking soldier that you can do this. You can't just throw your fists around! That's