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

Chapter 1180: How do I get home?

Perhaps it was Angel's words that made Patricia take a step back, or maybe it was the realization of how she had reached a point where she had considered jumping off a bridge. Either way, for the first time, she wanted to make things right. It might be a little too late, but she wanted to try.

"I want to go home."

Patricia stood in front of Mylo, who was casually seated on the couch in the living

room.

Mylo didn't budge, continuing to flip through the pages of a magazine.

"I'm not going to throw threats this time," Patricia whispered, her eyes fixed on him. "I just want to go home."

This time, Mylo lifted his gaze to her but remained silent.

Patricia cleared her throat and raised her chin. "I understand the consequences of going home," she said. "You won't be liable for anything that happens to me. So, I won't expect you to watch my back in case I need rescuing. Just let me go home."

Still, Mylo didn't respond.

"Hey, did you hear me?" she asked, her frustration mounting. Ever since this man had replaced Angel, he had treated her as if she didn't exist. According to the head caretaker of the villa, Angel had gone on an "important" trip.

"Please." Patricia sighed, forcing down the irritation growing in her chest. "Just let me go home."

But Mylo remained silent.

"Miss Patricia?"

The butler suddenly approached with a kind smile, glancing between Mylo and Patricia. "Apologies for Sir Mylo. He doesn't like to talk when he's on vacation."

"What?"

"However, I heard you want to go home?" the butler continued curiously.

home. But I still want to. I can't just keep locking myself away—I want to live

in understanding. "Alright..." He trailed off as Mylo suddenly

a step toward Patricia, extending his closed fist toward

Her brows knitted together as he gave his

fist. A moment later,

change," was all he said before walking

the man who had just handed her pocket change. "...What am

her face twitched. "Does he... want

what had just happened, she turned to the butler, who

said. "I'm sorry, Miss Patricia. He's the only one in the villa who could take

hissed and

Clicking her tongue, she looked back down at

Initially she was pissedel.ne

had a harsh way with words, Mylo was just

He wouldn't even acknowledge her, let alone drive her

then... a thought crossed her

you'd like, I can call someone

you might have to wait a bit until the driver

and forced a smile. "It's okay,"

Patricia, is there a reason you're rushing

her head, still smiling. "There's

not wait for the

"Because there's

no guarantee that I

admitted, making the butler furrow his brows. Patricia fet out a small chuckle as she stepped closer to him. "If I can make it home on my own tonight, maybe I'll feel a little more confident. Maybe my chances of surviving out there will be a little higher. After all, once I'm dropped off, I won't have anyone

a moment, catching the hesitation and uncertainty behind

her had changed. She still carried her usual sass, but she had been less troublesome. She had even apologized to him and

threatened everyone just toet

butler

been a

the end, he sighed and gave her a kind smile. "Then, do you need