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

Chapter 988: Penny might end up worrying all her life!

"As for the part where I ended two kind people because I had to save my family, I'd feel shitty. But at the end of the day, it's the reason I was reborn. Instead of asking me the obvious, it makes more sense to ask what I would do. But I guess it's also obvious since I'll surely use my second life to make the real puppeteer and the root cause of why I feel like a piece of trash pay. If not for their lives, then for something else of equal value."

James smirked cunningly. "If I'm going to be vengeful, I'd rather be vengeful to the person who deserves it. At the same time, I'd atone for what I did to the people I wronged by doing what I had to do. An apology might just create confusion, so it's better to just... protect them. After all, if they were targeted in the first life, they'd still be targeted in the second life."

"Besides... isn't remembering what I did and lamenting about my actions and decisions enough punishment for me?" he added, smiling wryly. freewebnovel.com

A moment of silence followed James's lengthy response as Slater stared at him blankly. James slowly raised his brows, tilting his head to the side.

"What?" asked James. "Did I say something wrong? Why are you giving me that look? I just gave you the most logical answer! Don't judge me!"

"Heh." Slater chuckled. "I'm not judging you. I just realized why we're friends."

"Huh? What does that mean?" James narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why? What are you going to do in that situation?"

Slater hummed a tune and slowly cast his eyes to the window on his side. "Probably... the same as you," he said, smiling as he looked back at James. "What if the master puppeteer also went back in time and retained her memories? I mean, you're not sure, but there's a possibility. What would you do?"

"Why does this situational question have so many follow-up questions?" James gasped. "This isn't a healthy mental exercise anymore. It's more like twist after twist. After this question, is there another one? Don't tell me there's a big boss after that?"

Slater laughed. "I know, right?" He smirked and relaxed.

'It's like a twist after twist...' he thought. 'Just when you think you've got everything under control... and then you realize you don't.'

That woman changed Slater's life in his first life. Although she taught him many things he could use in this lifetime — skills that got Slater into Homeland Security Slater was still paying for his actions in the past, even now. How could he not? No matter how he washed his hands or what he did, he still did what he did in the past life. The guilt in his heart remained, and it continued to deepen every time he was reminded of it. Perhaps, it was this guilt that stayed in his soul that pushed him to spiral into depression a few years back.

deep exhale escaped Slater when James suddenly announced, "Oh, we're here!

of the restaurant where all the men of the Bennet Family had agreed to meet for lunch.

sighed heavily, looking back at Slater. "I guess I don't feel so bad anymore about my report

smirk. "Trust me. They're all

"So you are!"

******

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