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?"

the scratch on his face. "This bitch... acting like she's tough when she can't even take a beating. If I'd beaten her seriously, she'd have more than a few broken

then squatted down, studying her brave front as he

say she's quite

avoided hitting her face. Otherwise..." The man licked his lips before smirking at her. "I can't play with her and

man shut his one eye as Patricia suddenly spat in his face. But instead of getting angry,

anything to her,

"Yes, darling. You

front crumbling at the mention of her fate. She shook her head and reached out to the man's arm, only to be kicked by

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

in the ward, staring at the unconscious

on his leg, eyes

the unconscious person he had found in this ward. Since Hugo had been away, he had requested police protection

he went, after all. However, things happened, and somehow, this person managed to slip into the ward during a security shift. This led to the current O situation. It was still fortunate that Hugo arrived just in time.

wardmate.

the portions are small. If he dies, his free meals are gone as well," he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he

some parts of his body ached. It took him a moment to realize he was tied up, immediately wriggling his body against the ropes. As he struggled to break free, he

met those dark-olive eyes staring back at him. His complexion paled a little as memories of

"You -"

real patient in the room. "My roomie is sleeping. You might wake him