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.

wry smile. "I understand the consequences of going home. But I still want to. I can't just

in understanding. "Alright..." He trailed off as Mylo suddenly pulled something from his

and took a step

as he gave his hand a

his fist. A moment later,

was all he said before walking away.

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

the coins, her face

to the

Patricia. He's the only one in the villa who could take

and shot glare

her tongue, she looked back down at the coins in her

Initially she was pissedel.ne

way

her, let alone

a thought

I can call someone to drive you

have to wait a bit until

took a deep breath and forced a smile. "It's okay," she said. "I'll

there a reason

her head,

why not wait for

"Because there's

no guarantee that I

home on my own tonight, maybe I'll feel a little more confident. Maybe my chances of surviving

butler studied her for a moment, catching the hesitation and uncertainty behind her

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

threatened everyone just toet

hadn't changed completely, but the butler

had always been a

and gave her a kind smile. "Then, do you need help with anything