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

Chapter 972: A beautiful person... and a sad one.

[FLASHBACK]

"You're out of your mind."

"Just what else do you need — are you this bored?"

"Who is she to you, huh? Just why the hell do you meddle in other people's business? Since when have you meddled in other people's affairs? You don't even meddle in this damn family's affairs, but you'd go so far as to meddle with others!"

"What a madman. Zoren Pierson, I'm still debating whether I'm amused or disappointed. But alas... I'm already involved. What tough luck."

These were just a few among the thousands of comments Zoren could remember from the people around him. Dean, Finn, Benjamin, Mark... and everyone who knew of Zoren's involvement with a criminal on death row. Those who knew that he had even married a dead person offered tons of different criticisms.

But he knew what made them angriest was his lack of reaction to all of them.

Even if they cursed him or spit in front of him, he wouldn't react. It made others think he was ignoring them. The funny thing, though, was how they thought he could ignore all of these comments when everyone around him was saying the same thing.

He was a madman.

Was he... really?

Zoren slowly walked along the pathway to the Old Pierson Residence, stopping in his tracks. He slowly gazed up at the entrance of the residence. Small, warm lights mounted on the side of the front door lit up the entrance. Shoving his hands inside his coat, fog formed in front of his mouth as he breathed out.

He was about to take a step forward when he noticed the white flakes falling. Looking up, he blinked ever so slowly. Winter had finally fallen. Opening his hand, white snowflakes landed on his gloves, which slowly melted.

"Young Master...?" Suddenly, Zoren heard Butler Hubert's voice. He stood by the entrance, looking at Zoren with worry. His eyes spoke countless unspoken words, but he kept his mouth pressed into a thin line.

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she?" Zoren sat down beside the bed, his eyes on the old

it.

hot tea to warm up Zoren. "She's doing fine, Young Master.

Hu, can you leave me alone

"Yes, Young Master."

the bedroom. But before closing the door, he peeked through the gap. His eyes fell on

the moment Butler Hubert left. Zoren remained quiet, not bothering with the cup of tea the butler had served him to

a short hum as her eyes cracked open. She looked around briefly,

voice was weak, and she lifted her hand weakly, which he quickly took. "... you're here,

sported a short smile.

With his assistance, she was able to recline comfortably. When her eyes fell on her

Нойсо

marriage - do you hate marriage that much? How are you going

"I am married."

abruptly halted, her eyes widening.

her sour expression turn into a

"You're married?

Where is she?" Old

Pierson quickly searched

she didn't find

on her grandson

her eyes

bring her here? Didn't she want to come because she thinks grandma is

his hand again. "Are you really married?

you just saying that so I'll

lifted his eyes to hers. "Mhm. I

she like? Your wife is

what his wife