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

Chapter 1076: I want to go home.

At the same time, in the safe house where Patricia was currently staying...

Patricia hugged her knees, her back against the headboard. She stared blankly at the wall across the room, her lips drawn into a tight line.

A few hours ago, when she went down to the kitchen for something to eat, she saw something... surprising. It was a pure coincidence because while waiting for the helper to prepare her snack, there was a sudden commercial news segment regarding Miller's buyout.

Her brother and father had sold their company, making the Millers partners, but not owners. The news was big enough to make it to the commercial news. Since then, Patricia had been a little distraught. She hadn't even touched the snack the helper had prepared.

"They sold the company..." she mumbled to herself. "... they sold it to the Bennets."

Patricia clasped her shoulder tightly, her expression growing bitter and hateful. "And yet, they look so happy."

It wasn't that selling their company to the Bennets was the problem. It was the fact that her brother and father looked like fools!

Didn't they hate the Bennets?

Wasn't her father the one who disliked Charles Bennet and fed his children such hateful remarks about them?

Their family would never bow to anyone, yet, from what she saw, they looked like dogs wagging their tails to their new owner. The worst of all was that they didn't even seem to notice her absence.

her bottom lip slightly. After a moment of

she wondered under her breath, holding the phone and staring

she knew it had been quite a while. That also meant she hadn't been checking her phone because she was scared.

didn't care. Going to the bathroom and rummaging through the

me a new phone, but I don't want to use it. Who knows? He

the more she thought about it and the more she locked herself away,

did Angel

did he know what would

part of

set her up? It wouldn't be surprising if Penny did. After all, Penny had invited her to be her ally, which Patricia had obviously refused in her heart. Either way, she couldn't trust anything anymore. Therefore, she was not only suspicious but careful. She couldn't

want to go through that

to power up," she murmured, watching the blank battery sign on the cracked screen. "How did it even break? I don't remember carrying

I ran away from the car?

how the damage occurred,

herself in the mirror. Patricia froze the moment she

bruises were still visible, though there were signs of healing. It wasn't enough to be covered with makeup. Patricia pressed her lips together as she fifted her shirt, wincing as she gazed at her stomach. Unlike her arms, her stomach had more bruises — almost like every inch of

had avoided the mirror since coming here because looking at herself reminded her of that traumatic incident. But for some reason, she found herself stripping in front of the mirror, slowly turning around to gaze at herself

scanning her bruised body. She barely recognized her own body with all these purple patches from her shoulders down to her