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

Chapter 1181: Missed us

Patricia had always been treated like a princess in her home. She had never ridden public transportation, aside from a school bus during field trips back in the day. So, she had no idea how to take a bus or train—something that was basic knowledge for many others.

She had underestimated just how many struggles commuters faced beyond simply finding the bus stop or waiting for the next train. It was rush hour, meaning the bus was packed, and she had to stand the entire ride to her destination. When she transferred to the train for a quicker route, she was squeezed between people as if they were sardines in a can.

She got a whiff of all kinds of sweat, different body odors, and even the sound of people breathing right next to her! It was horrifying, making her hold her breath until she reached her station. That was why she was gasping for air the moment she stepped off, running to catch the last bus she needed to take.

But the bus stop was full too.

The line was so long that she had to wait for half an hour before she could board. It was a blockbuster crowd. As if life itself was determined to make her trip even worse, Patricia tripped as she stepped off the bus and landed in a puddle.

If someone had heard about her journey, they probably wouldn't believe it.

Patricia had a taste for luxury—not just in bags, heels, clothes, and jewelry, but in how she traveled. By air, she only flew first class. By land, only in a private car. And by sea, only on private yachts and boats. She had never once taken public transportation, let alone been squeezed among strangers.

But today, she did.

home. She wouldn't deny that

building, an overwhelming sense of achievement swelled in her

it," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling

for her, it was huge. It made

finally achieved something, no matter

throat and wiped her eyes, snapping her attention back to the building before her. She bit her lip and let out a deep

go straight home. But she wanted to see her brother first. She knew he would be here—Theo always stayed late at the office, even when everyone else had gone home. Even though the company crisis had been

she entered without issue. The security guards recognized her and let her pass without question. Some employees were still working overtime in the departments she walked by, but they were too

arrived at

Arrived

she could see Theo seated behind his desk, typing away on his computer. He was deeply focused, occasionally jotting down notes before returning his attention to the

just to make it seem like he was working hard," she mumbled to herself, a sense of shame creeping into her heart.

chest as she watched her brother work tirelessly, even at this hour. She pressed her lips together, trying

disturb him right now," she murmured, deciding to wait outside until he was finished. She couldn't go home anyway, not when she only had a single coin

as she turned to leave, Theo's voice called

"Patricia?"