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

Chapter 859: One good reason

Hugo was whistling while tossing and catching a baseball ball in the air.

"I'm... bored," he sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. He snapped his eyes at the bed beside him, his face twisting. "How come he still hasn't woken up? As far as I remember, he was shot in the back and not in the head."

He shook his head, thinking about how he willingly volunteered to stay with the guy. Who would have thought it would take this long?!

"If you're going to die, just do it." He waved his hand dismissively. "If not, then just wake up."

It wasn't like Hugo had been here all this time he was here most of the time, but that didn't mean he didn't leave the guy. There were times Hugo had to go here and there, sneaking out carefully because he was still a patient.

"My sister's reunion is today," he grumbled, tempted to throw the ball at the comatose patient. "I want to go in there and reminisce all the good days in the past with his sister. Everyone on the basketball team would be there, so it would've been nice."

Hugo shook his head mildly, sighing for the umpteenth time. "Should I just leave this behind?"

Hugo pondered about it until he felt a vibration on his side. Glancing at it, he picked up his ever-boring phone and checked which of the very few frequent callers it was this time.

"It's First Brother," he muttered in surprise. "What does he want this time?"

Hugo answered without a second hesitation, only to hear Atlas say, "Help me."

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"Help me," Atlas breathed out, holding his phone still while staring at the person standing several steps across from his desk. His expression was pale and hard, his eyes shining lifelessly and with utter disinterest.

standing several feet from him, was

with Penny's face printed in small size plastered all over it. His mouth was stretched from ear to ear until his eyes were squinting. When he flipped the shirt, revealing its back, there was

[I love Penny.]

you think, First Brother?" Slater wiggled his brows knowingly.

the call, laughed while sighing in relief. "Is he asking you to come with him? But you were a member of the fan club! We are there

other. All Atlas heard was Hugo's first sentence. "It is an

face twitched. "First Brother, did you hear everything else

bother, knowing they were unnecessary

"Come on..."

Atlas snapped his eyes and looked away from Slater. "I'm not going.

tongue, glaring daggers at the patient beside him. His

"Why?"

aloud. "I've already used up some of my leave, so I

used up all your leave; you're still out of the combat

me. Anyway, I gotta go. This

puzzled. The latter slowly pulled his phone away,

the military is, indeed, complicated," he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he recalled his brother's life situation. "How come he's always out

second brother

his eyes suspiciously, catching his third brother keeping his back on him.

the design of the shirt Slater

Slater turned

F

lenses. As if that wasn't enough, Slater like a mine - happily yet silently put on a headband that looked like a bug's head

on both the

point.

to come to this... reunion?" asked Atlas,