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

Chapter 688: I'll take care of him now

Meanwhile...

Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously.

"They're going to investigate," he breathed out. "Did he die? Did he?"

Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn't immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack.

[You... thief. Sir... Atlas... is gonna hear this.]

Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen's mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn't said that, then... Sven wouldn't have had to resort to a violent course of action.

"It's his fault that I freaked out," he mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he paced back and forth again. "It's his fault. All I wanted was to talk — he shouldn't have followed me. He shouldn't have been there to begin with."

If Allen had just talked to him and hadn't threatened him, then Sven wouldn't have pushed him off like that. They could've resolved it. Pushing Allen off the stairs hadn't been part of the plan, but Sven had intended to incapacitate him so they could talk.

Sven could've talked to him and convinced him not to tell Atlas. But Allen was careless. He pushed Sven to the edge, cornering him, and Sven had no choice.

"It's his fault," Sven mumbled. "If he had only shut his mouth, it would've been good for both of us."

He was sure that Allen would've understood Sven's dilemma. After all, if this reached Atlas, Sven would be the one in the hospital. Worse, he would've ended up in the morgue!

eyes, his stress level

quivered,

whispered. "They will kill

wide eyes. He held his breath, staring at the screen that had lit

he breathed

gulped nervously, hearing it echo in his ears. He kept his dilated eyes on the vibrating bed, and after a second, he jumped and turned around. Quickly, Sven went to his closet, took out his luggage, and grabbed a handful of clothes to toss

security guard. If that guard started talking, even if

himself, zipping up his luggage in a hurry. "I have to get away. As far away as possible from

Therefore, in his mind, while they hadn't figured it out, he had to go away. While there was still time, he had to leave the country. Otherwise, he would spend the rest of his

rather die than live in prison. He would

was packing his things, he

up after you

since@ccepting the invitation he received. How did the call get through? Slowly, Sven turned his head, his dilated and shaky eyes on the bed where the

and closed, but to no avail.

low chuckle came from the other end of the line.

the fingers, waking Sven from his muddled thoughts. Without thinking,

was according to plan! But... but... that guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I did what you told me to, and I even took care

tone someone uses when they know they aren't the one in trouble. "Did

mouth quivered as he gulped. "I'll take care of him now."

more as he glanced around his room, wondering if he was being watched. He shifted his eyes to the windows, tempted to close the

thought, the man on the call

I won't see you?" he guessed,