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

Chapter 1078: This is exactly how you raised me, Mom.

The Miller family had their peaceful moments like any other family. They used to eat together, talk about anything, and laugh about something. It wasn't always bad. In fact, it was one of the favorite things Patricia liked to do.

It had been a while since they had such moments because Patricia's relationship with her brother had continued to decline.

She hadn't even remembered it until now she was watching it.

Patricia balled her hands into tight fists as she clenched her teeth, watching this family of three dine so happily. Overwhelmed with bitterness and rage, she walked into the dining room.

"What a happy family!" she scowled, breaking the peaceful atmosphere in the kitchen instantly. Watching her mother, father, and brother turn their heads to her and how their expressions changed filled her with nothing but hatred.

"Haha!" she laughed bitterly. "What? Did I ruin your dinner?"

"Patricia, oh dear!" Mrs. Miller pushed herself up. "Where have you been, my dear?"

She stood close to Patricia, reaching out to check if she was okay. But before her hands could touch her daughter, Patricia slapped them away.

"Patricia!" Theo jumped from his seat the moment he heard the resounding "pak" of his sister's hand against their mother's.

"Where have I been?" Patricia repeated, gazing at her pretentious mother with mockery. "Mom, why are you asking me that now? I've been here for a while, but I never heard you look for me-not once. If anything, it seems you only remember me now that I walk in here."

"Patricia, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Miller was confused. "That's not true. I

"You, what?!" Patricia raised her voice, studying her mother from head to toe. "What, Mom?"

these ugly pants to conceal the nightmare she went through, her mother was dressed fashionably. Mrs. Miller's hair was perfectly done, and one could tell by her skin that she had just come from the beauty clinic to get buttocks

matter what, right, mom?" she repeated what she had heard moments ago. "Is it really unconditional, though,

SLAP!

thrown to the side,

and wouldn't reach out for days! God knows how worried we were despite how your father and brother are working their butts off for our family! How dare you come back and speak so ill to your parent? This is not how I raised

is how you raised me, Mom!" Patricia roared back, her outrage growing now that her mother had even laid a hand on her. "This is exactly how you

her daughter, she could no longer recognize her. It felt like at any moment, Patricia would raise

It scared Mrs. Miller.

snap. This time, it wasn't like any tantrums

am still alive!" Patricia continued, scanning everyone in the dining room. "And the moment I walked in, you

barked. "What the

Don't talk as if I'm the crazy one

lip, taking a step back, feeling like the rage in her heart would eventually make her crumble. Looking at her

three... you don't know..." she breathed out through gritted teeth. "While you were getting your hair done, drinking the wine you recently bought, and

off, trying to hold back her tears. "...while you are sleeping

mirror, Patricia couldn't even look at herself. While they were having a feast, Patricia couldn't even swallow her food for days. They slept so peacefully at night, but it was when

where I have been..." She slowly set her eyes on her mother, taking another step back. "I've been

What a ridiculous family

out of line, Patricia!" This time, Mr. Miller couldn't

"And why would I?"

you just be happy for all of us?! Our family has survived the problem. If you hated the idea of selling