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

Chapter 594: Love, Self

It would be a lie if Penny said waking up as a baby did not surprise her. She

initially believed she had just lost her mind and that it wasn't real. It took her years to accept that this was her reality.

If not for the letter from drunken Penny, she would've forgotten how it was.

Drunken Penny made a lot of sense. From her perspective, if she woke up at this age, she would've carried the habits she picked up while serving time. Back in prison, she was called crazy. So, having a few years as a child gave her plenty of time to rearrange her thoughts instead of doing every little crazy thing she could think of.

However, that didn't mean she was able to help herself. Penny knew she couldn't help herself; at least, she couldn't help the drunken Penny. After all, if she could help herself, then this alter ego wouldn't have existed in the first place.

"Wow... I guess I didn't become dumb, after all," Penny mused, rocking her head as she read the letter from her sober self. "I sound dignified, though. I guess I have become someone with dignity."

Penny shrugged as she flung the letter away from her face, her under-eye twitching upon seeing the breakfast on the table.

"Seriously? She didn't even leave me breakfast?" she frowned, not pleased at all as she still felt a little hungry. Noticing the letter near the tray, she picked it up and read it. Her lips curved down a little more as she tore her husband's message to his other woman.

"I hate me," she said to herself. "I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I am."

Penny ran her fingers through her hair and pushed herself up. She looked around and smirked, her eyes glinting.

was the

a proper bath for the

last night, but heck! This bathroom is big! How many people shower here at

need for such a large

prison." She rolled her eyes, enjoying the

she was certainly living a life of freedom, enjoying the little things that one could easily take for granted, this still felt like a first for her. Just a warm bath

bathtub that was full of warm water and bubbles. "I guess waking up like this isn't bad at all. I'm

self had done to

patting herself on the back. "I'm good. Good job, self. Now you get a pat on

skincare. Again, it was another thing that one easily takes for granted. After all, in prison, there was no such thing as skincare.

Penny idled

little things in life.

appreciated everything, starting

need to rush, to bathing, doing

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and even spending an hour choosing what clothes she would wear for the

take a step back. After all, the drunken Penny

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sober Penny, on the other hand, might've appreciated