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.

bottom lip slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she reached for the drawer,

me?" she wondered under her breath,

meant she hadn't been checking her phone because she was scared. But now she was curious. With that in mind, Patricia

Going to the bathroom and rummaging through the closet under

phone, but

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

did Angel

did he know

part of a

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

go

battery sign on the

Was it when I ran away from the car?

damage occurred, her brows rose. Slowly,

eyes, only to see herself in the mirror. Patricia froze the moment she saw her face. The little bruise on her face had

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,

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

own body with all these purple patches from her shoulders down to her feet. Not just bruises, but also some healing cuts and scratches on