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.

this was the

skipped to the bathroom to experience taking a proper bath for the first time. As

looked around the bathroom. "I didn't notice it last night, but heck! This bathroom is big! How many people shower here

about the need for such a large

prison." She rolled her eyes, enjoying the luxury of life that

easily take for granted, this still felt like a first for her. Just a warm bath and some

guess waking up like this isn't bad at all. I'm sure I can't appreciate this if my mind is too busy concocting

and rocked her head, acknowledging the things her sober self had done

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

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

morning, Penny idled and

things in

appreciated everything, starting

that she didn't need to rush, to

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what clothes she

Penny could see herself; she would probably take a step back. After all, the drunken Penny and the sober Penny

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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