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

Chapter 1013: I hate you

"I think it's just right here..." Patricia hummed quietly as she bent down,

rummaging through her father's desk. "So many papers..."

Patricia felt easily irritable, finding the papers she needed to see but struggling to

navigate through the unnecessary documents before her.

"What is this?" she mumbled, checking the document that had caught her

attention. "Settlement payment of..."

Her brows rose as she read the amount on the document. "What? They got this much money, but they froze my account?!"

Furious, Patricia moved on to check other documents, which were mostly settlement payments for some of their family's debts. If one were to count them, the total could reach a hundred million!

A hundred million!

If only she knew that their debt was bigger than that.

"These people..." her voice shook with rage, her hands trembling as she saw the staggering figures. "I knew it. They were just doing this to make me feel bad. It must be Brother Theo's idea!"

they cut off her lavish lifestyle? It wasn't like she was spending hundreds of millions a day. Even tens of millions were hard to spend

she hissed, feeling even more bitter. "Forget it. They better not blame me for what I'm doing since they keep

to shred them into pieces or burn them. Why would she care about all of this? But then again, doing

When she checked all the other drawers, her eyes fell on the last one,

her father in his home office. When Patricia had stepped in, her father was reading a document sternly, which he had placed on that side of the desk. She had asked him out of pure curiosity,

whenever her father said "nothing" in that

to the other side of the desk.

had only one name to find:

clicking her tongue as she placed all the papers back inside. "It's probably in

upper drawer. This time, she didn't

eyes lit up, as

"Patricia?"

froze in place, wide-eyed. For a second, her heart pounded out of her chest, and her

you..." Theo, who had just come into the home office, trailed off as he

her back. At the same time,

studying his sister, who was

her tongue. "What do you mean, what

room, and you shouldn't

and never once did Dad tell me not to. In fact, he loves it

here, Patricia," he remarked. "You know that he and Mom

like I'm a criminal? Hah! If anyone