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

Chapter 1211: Plan my murder

No matter how many times Penny repeated her memories of the past, and no matter how many times she described them - whether in detail or vaguely - there were simply no words to perfectly describe her heart. No words could ever justify the pain she had to carry from one lifetime to the next.

And when pain became overwhelming, it wore the skin of anger.

"You wanted the truth? Then there you go. I will kill you, Atlas Bennet. A thousand times wouldn't be enough. Just like how I begged you, you'll beg as many times as you want, and I won't listen. Go and leave this place, but I'm not letting go of this seat."

Penny's eyes glinted before she peeled them from Atlas, keeping her gaze steady ahead. Atlas, on the other hand, didn't say a word — he couldn't.

Even now, the First Brother she spoke of sounded like a complete stranger. But that suppressed anger in her voice? It sounded familiar somehow. And, in its own strange way, it made sense: her indifference when she stepped foot in the Bennet Mansion, her determination to leave, her lack of expectation from anyone, and the distance she had for everyone. A wall that felt like an impossible wall to break or climb over.

Her demeanor as a child, which she carried until recently — as if she had to protect something, no matter what somehow made sense. If she put it that way, then there was no wonder Penny kept everyone at arm's length: close enough to share a laugh with her, but too far to reach her completely. It was only because of Zoren that Penny herself started breaking down that wall. But even then, it was just enough for them to see each other over it.

She didn't need to say every detail about her first life.

Atlas understood. He understood now why Slater couldn't stop groveling at her feet. They didn't deserve the title of being a brother; they didn't deserve her.

Slowly, Atlas cast his eyes down while standing in the same spot. His hands balled into tight fists as his jaw clenched. His emotions were jumbled, and his mind was continuously processing and breaking apart. The weight in his heart grew heavier with every breath, as if telling himself he didn't deserve to breathe. After a minute, he lifted his eyes to her again. Penny still hadn't looked back, nor had she said another word. Her brow twitched when she noticed Atlas sitting down in the co-pilot seat.

Arching a brow, she mocked, "What? Changing your mind now?"

head to her while wearing the headphones. He tapped the mic a few times. "Can

scoffed and looked away. "What is it now, Atlas? If you think you can talk me out of it before I crash this

buckling the seat. "Let's make

her cheek. "What? How

"None."

does that mean before I feel this awe completely? Don't tell me it's because their lives are priceless. Because if

you crash this

have to make

at him, he shrugged. "I'm sure it's not. It's small,

of them. Almost killed one because one of them wanted to move up

II

II

have you been in a

"A brawl, no."

face healed. Though, I lost actooth or two permanently, which sucks a little," she quipped. "But you know, in a way, it's addicting. The fight. Every punch, kick, scratch, and all sorts of assault you get and give back. It only hurts at first, but your body will

She might not have intended to tell him and was simply being funny, but

repent while

their time serving would offer plenty of