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

Chapter 852: just like I remember

Chapter 852: just like I remember

[State Prison]

"What do you want? If you came here to scold me, save it." Sven frowned deeply, gazing at his father across the table. freewebnovel.com

Unlike the last visit, where there had been a glass wall between him and Atlas, Sven was taken into a normal visitation room. This time, he could see his father eye to eye and even hold his hand. Not that he planned to hold it.

"Sven, how are you inside, hmm?" Stephen asked, his eyes scanning his son from head to toe. "Were you being picked on in here?"

Sven scrunched up his nose and hissed. "What are you expecting to hear from me, Father? That I'm doing fine in here? Whether or not I'm being picked on, I'm still locked up."

Back then, Sven wouldn't have spoken to his father in such a manner. Although he was always tempted to talk back, he never did, out of fear. However, times had changed. Now that Sven was in prison, even if Stephen wanted to beat him up, he couldn't do as much as he pleased.

"Sven." Stephen rubbed his hands together and clasped his son's hands, making Sven pull them back. However, Stephen held on tightly. "Sven, listen to me."

"What? Why are you holding me like this? Dad, this is embarrassing."

Stephen ignored his son's complaints, just as he ignored his son's disrespect. "I'll get you out of here," he breathed out to Sven, making Sven furrow his brows.

"What did you say?"

"I'll get you out of here, son," Stephen said, his breath jagged. He nodded at his son. "Just be a little patient, and I'll get you out of here. For sure."

Sven frowned, about to question his father for saying such reckless things. Even though Sven often argued that he hadn't yet been sentenced, he knew the verdict would send him here. But seeing the look in his father's eyes made him waver.

off, finally noticing how much his father had lost weight since the last time he saw him. As far as

was also evident fear beneath

he called under his breath, now holding Stephen's hands. "Don't tell me,

hushed, shaking his head to stop his son from saying anything further. But that immediately answered

their backs on Sven were now keeping his father on a

and squeezing his father's hands. He leaned forward, shaking his head more while holding his father's gaze. "Dad,

"Sven."

those words to his father. "It's not going to end well, Dad. Look what

put me in this position. If I don't do what they want, then... I might just... get dumped and found somewhere. But the good thing is that you'll be free. Once you are, I'll send you

into a smile. "It's going to be fine. Just be patient and

could only stare at his father, his heart sinking as he watched the desperation in Stephen's eyes unravel

the father he remembered. Stephen had always been a prideful man, someone who would rather starve to death than bow down to anyone. The only person Stephen genuinely

telling his son

he was someone's puppet. It quickly shattered the image of the strict man Sven had in his

at the shopping

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looked back at the man she had bumped. into. Although she had been walking with

Dean raise his gaze at

tilted his head slightly to the side, looking a bit puzzled. Seeing his reaction; Cassandra wasn't surprised they weren't that close in the Star Section. After all, Deambod been mostly absent throughout the

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a few steps from him.

his eyes, briefly assessing