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.

*

*

beside the bed, his eyes on

it.

hot tea to warm up

"Butler Hu, can you leave me alone with

"Yes, Young Master."

out of the bedroom. But before closing the door, he peeked through the gap. His eyes fell on Zoren's broad back as the latter sat in the chair. A deep breath escaped the butler's nostrils before he closed the

not bothering with the cup of tea the butler had served him to keep him warm. It wouldn't make a difference. Not

she let out a short hum as her eyes cracked open. She looked around

she lifted her hand

smile. "I am

assistance, she was able to recline comfortably. When her eyes

Нойсо

I brought up marriage -

"I am married."

abruptly halted, her eyes widening. "Renren, what

Grandma," he whispered, watching her sour expression turn into a

"You're married?

Where is she?" Old

Pierson quickly searched

When she didn't find

on

her eyes

excitedly. "Renken, where is your wife? Why didn't you bring her here? Didn't

Pierson tugged his hand again. "Are

you just saying

eyes to hers. "Mhm. I

is she like? Your wife is she

immediately, recalling what his wife looked like.