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.

She nodded, forcing a wry smile. "I understand the consequences of going home. But I

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

took a step toward Patricia, extending his closed fist

Her brows knitted together as he gave his

opened her palm beneath his fist. A moment later, she felt coins drop into

the change," was all he said before walking

handed her pocket change. "...What am I supposed

coins, her face

she turned to the butler, who merely smiled at her

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

hissed and shot glare

she looked back down at the coins

Initially she was pissedel.ne

harsh way with

wouldn't even acknowledge her, let alone drive

thought crossed her

can call someone to drive you home," the

you might have to wait a bit until

took a deep breath and forced a smile.

there a reason

shook her head, still smiling. "There's no

why not wait for

"Because there's

no guarantee that I

myself away again once I get home, she 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

for a moment, catching the hesitation and uncertainty behind her smile. Ever since that night when

in her had changed. She still carried her usual sass, but she had

threatened everyone just toet

the butler could see that she

been a

a kind smile. "Then, do