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.

exclaimed, stretching her arms as this was the first time she had

a proper bath for the first time. As soon

the bathroom. "I didn't notice it last night,

wondering about the need for such a

complain, considering the tiny bathrooms in prison." She rolled her

she knew 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

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

together and rocked her head, acknowledging the things her sober self had done to get to this point. Thinking of last

to herself, patting herself on the back. "I'm good. Good job,

Penny took her time doing her skincare. Again, it was another thing that one easily takes for granted. After all, in prison, there was no such thing as skincare. Inmates

morning, Penny idled and

things

appreciated everything, starting

that she didn't need

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choosing what clothes

back. After all, the drunken Penny and the sober Penny might have shared the

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past life that she appreciated every little thing. The sober Penny, on the other hand, might've appreciated this second life in a bigger picture but had no time to stop for