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

Chapter 1025: Don't push your luck.

Patricia had forgotten what movie it was, but she remembered a line from a film she had watched a long time ago. It said that standing before death's door was a place of realization, regret, and clarity-a place of self-reflection.

There, a person would watch their life play before them. Some found peace in it; others found regret. But Patricia? She found anger she had never felt before - hatred that no one else could probably ever hold in their lifetime.

"I... kill you," she breathed out through gritted teeth, every breath feeling like stabbing pain in her lungs. Yet, she didn't stop as she slowly gazed up at the people towering over her beaten body.

A short cough escaped her, her teeth smeared with blood, and her body could barely move from the pain it had inflicted. Yet, her eyes shone with greater malevolence than ever. Getting beaten to a pulp seemed like something that could break anyone's spirit, but it seemed that for Patricia, getting beaten only made her spirit stronger... or perhaps, this was nothing but a struggle the last act of bravery before her impending doom.

Either way, it didn't matter to her.

She was furious to the point where her chest swelled with nothing but wishful thinking about their demise.

"With every breath I take, I curse you and your family to rot in the same trash you three came from," she muttered under her breath, laughing at their faces. "You three are going to have a more painful death than death itself, and you will never wish to live again after that."

The three strangers gazed down at her, scoffing in ridicule.

"What the hell is she talking about?" one of them laughed. "Does she think she's some kind of ancient witch saying her last words?"

"Pfft - goodness. Did you hit her head or something?"

more beating," the person responsible for the beating touched the scratch on his face. "This bitch... acting like she's tough when

brave front as he examined

I'd say she's quite

face. Otherwise..." The man licked his lips before smirking at her. "I

eye as Patricia suddenly spat in his face. But instead of getting angry, he glanced

do anything to her, right?" asked

Patricia, catching how her vengeful gaze flickered with fear. "Yes, darling.

shook her head and reached out to

gasped for air, hunching over with her hands, clutching her stomach. Even if she wanted to cry out loud, the pain was too much to bear. She writhed in pain as they carried her like a sack to a more private space, where they could do whatever

was in the ward, staring at the unconscious man he had

on

been away, he had

taking this guy to wherever he went, after all. However, things happened, and somehow, this person managed to slip into the ward during a security shift. This led

wardmate.

is nice, but the portions are small. If he dies, his free meals are gone as well," he muttered

a moment to realize he was tied up, immediately wriggling

the man lifted his gaze and met those dark-olive eyes staring back at him. His complexion paled a little as memories of

"You -"

pointing it at the real patient in the room. "My roomie is sleeping. You might wake him up if