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

Chapter 768: I’m looking for… a sneaky rat.

Chapter 768: I'm looking for... a sneaky rat.

"Of course, I went there. I even bought a few pieces. The collection was amazing... hihi—I could be saying that at the party, but here I am, peeling potatoes," a young woman standing near Penny muttered, talking to herself as she peeled more potatoes. "Damn it."

"Mom, of course... ha ha. Yes, I'm getting along with everyone." The man with them laughed awkwardly, speaking quietly on the phone. "Mom, I can't stay on the line for long-yes... of course, I'll give-wait, the line is having trouble. I can't hear you-szzt!"

He huffed as he reluctantly ended the call, his face showing bitterness. "Jesus."

"My hands can't peel any more of these," another mas mumbled listlessly. "At this rate, I might have to find something to massage my hands and smooth out the calluses I've gained since joining this family."

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line, glancing at their little group of four in this corner of the kitchen. They hadn't chatted much, but she'd already heard enough: one was talking to herself and imagining the conversations she should be having at the party, another man had to lie to his mother, and the third person seemed to be on the brink of giving up.

'And to think all of them were part of the upper circle before marrying into the Pierson family,' Penny thought, feeling surprisingly indifferent. 'Wow. This is definitely humbling.'

Penny would've shared their sentiments if she'd had the same expectations, but she'd lowered hers. She'd anticipated tonight to be more chaotic than a battlefield.

"Ahem!" Penny cleared her throat, waiting for them to look at her. When they did, all she saw were their tired, hopeless expressions. "Hehe. Now's probably not the best time to chat, huh?"

"Just shut up and peel so we can finish sooner," the depressed man muttered, shaking his head. "You're new here, aren't you? Then you should work ten times harder than us. Don't think that just because you came from a good family, you're above this."

added the man who'd just lied to his mother. "We

gaze still on the potato she was peeling. "They said I'd soon join the gathering, but look at me. Who knew that 'soon' actually meant not

face contorted slightly. "Nothing I could say

than us," said the first man. "My hands... I'll probably have nightmares tonight, still peeling these

tightly sealed, looking around the kitchen where gloom hung in the air. It was actually a

she mumbled under her breath, though those who heard her

she said was

group,

more years now. Compared to them, Benny and the three others still had it "easy." Even so, that didn't mean that those here didn't want to be in the kitchen. In fact,

gathering?" Penny asked, more curious than hopeful. When she saw their faces,

scoffed and shook their heads, refocusing

woman sighed heavily. "After this, we'll probably just go home and rest. My husband can be home alone. I don't

have to wait for

"Same here."

point, I just hope others get married. Maybe then I'll finally get out

heaved a deep sigh. Penny felt a bit sorry for them. But in her view—just as Belle had mentioned-it was better to spend time in

that bad, right?" Penny remarked, already forming plans on how she might sneak out after helping this group. There were only a few

already arrived?' she mused,

there. Hehe. I bet he'll be