Chapter 1190: I remember, Penny.

[FLASHBACK]

The sound of glass shattering echoed in Penny's ears like a clap of thunder. However, that wasn't what terrified her. It wasn't the sound itself, but rather what would come after it.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Slater's voice erupted in the room, filled with rage. His burning gaze flickered between his sister across the room and the shattered figurine on the floor. Clenching his teeth, he marched toward her.

"I-I'm sorry, Third-"

"Shut up!" Slater yelled, making her flinch. "I've told you so many times not to come into my room! And now, you're apologizing for breaking my stuff? Why don't you ever listen?!"

In a state of panic, Penny stuttered, "But-but-I didn't mean—Nina said—"

"I said shut up! I don't care what Nina said!" he hissed, his fists balling tightly. "All I care about is what I said, and you clearly don't listen!"

"Third Brother, I'll fix it!" Penny didn't hesitate and bent down to pick up the broken pieces. But in her rush, she cut her finger. "Ouch."

Instead of worrying about her injury, it only made him angrier.

"I said get out!" Slater's voice boomed, making her flinch again. She looked up at him with shaky eyes. "Look what you've done! Not only is it broken, but now it's dirty too!"

Penny froze, her heart sinking at the growing rage in his eyes. "Third Brother..."

Slater pointed at the door, his chest heaving. "Out. And don't ever show your face to me again."

Penny bit her lip, clutching her wounded finger as she picked herself up. The cut was small-something she could ignore. But the cut in her heart? That ran deeper. She walked out, crying as quietly as possible, while Slater continued glaring at her.

The figurine wasn't important. In fact, he had planned to toss it into storage with the rest of the gifts from his fans. He would have thrown them straight into the trash if not for his manager insisting he keep them for his image. But somehow, even though that figurine meant nothing to him, the fact that Penny broke it made him furious.

He had never liked her.

He couldn't say he outright hated her, but to him, his real sister was just... too annoying.

Penny didn't know how to dress well. She couldn't talk well. She was always putting people in difficult situations. Just like now-he had told her not to enter his room, but she didn't listen. And now, she had broken something. Slater felt no empathy for her.

She brought this on herself.

for either Slater or Penny. Even as children, Slater had always picked on her. At first, it would pull off harmless pranks to make her go away. But whenever he felt he

the two of them. And now, as adults, Penny was still the only one who

for himself in the business world. Hugo had earned countless badges. Slater had built a successful career in entertainment.

And Penny?

real daughter of the Bennet family. Aside from that, Slater had never heard anything noteworthy about her. All he knew was that she was in some

anything big about her was when... she was arrested for

would be the family's downfall—he just hadn't realized how massive that downfall would be. The public didn't just criticize her; they

begged Slater to

by then, it was too late to regret. Too late to

was abducted. Atlas had an

if there was anyone in the Bennet family who had been the harshest to Penny, it

deliberately hurt her feelings. Scolded her for no reason. Done everything

now, he knew nothing he could do or say

Because in the end...

wasn't

They did.

break her. They

hope of escape. They had starved her of understanding and compassion, and they had cruelly beaten her heart into

lost hope on her own. They had

had stolen it decades before she ever set foot

had simply been the final

died long before she sat in that execution

the ones who

people

had

secrets only get heavier.

crawling

was a wake-up

with Penny. He

consequences. Afraid of taking

he knew... at some point, Penny

before that could happen, he found himself

[PRESENT TIME]

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