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

Chapter 1282: Walking corpse

"What are you talking about? Penny's dead?"

The unrelenting smirk on Slater's swollen face slowly vanished as he gazed up at Mark. For some reason, it felt like his ear was blocked, and he was starting to

hear things.

"Huh?" was all Slater could manage to say.

What did Mark just say?

Penny was dead?

Slater opened and closed his bloody mouth, his eyes searching Mark's face. In one sense, Mark seemed just as confused as Slater.

"What do you mean my sister's dead?" Slater mumbled, his expression blank. "She can't be dead. The execution date hasn't-it's still too early for that."

Were they trying to break him in a different way because the beating hadn't worked?

Slater wanted to believe that was the case. But the genuine puzzlement on Mark's face stopped him from fully convincing himself.

Mark shot Zoren a quick look, unsure what to say. He knew this was something Zoren had to explain himself. But seeing that Zoren wouldn't budge from the autopsy table, Mark hesitated.

"Her execution date was moved up," Zoren said in the same calm tone, his eyes still shut. "And she was transferred to a different prison that granted the request."

"This is the morgue where they kept her body," he said, casting Slater a nonchalant look. "And this same table I'm lying on is the one she

blurry from the beating, but he could see the lack of emotion in Zoren's

storm of emotion from Zoren. But how could Zoren talk about something so grave and lie on the same

importantly, how

whispered, looking down. "How could they move up her execution date? And

media. If she had been executed,

could save her by killing me, I wouldn't mind," he said with the same indifference. "But there would be no one to save if I die. You should've asked me nicely instead of going through

to the man, who appeared to be trying to take a nap on the autopsy table. However, his eyes didn't

his heart conflicted over what to feel about this

wave of emotions crashing inside him was a

didn't feel like

It was just... dismay.

moment, but

voice cut through the thick air again. "Let

out of his trance.

sit up. When his eyes landed on

while pulling something from his coat. "That beating was also nothing personal," he said. "If you want to visit her, then this is

you make the best of it," he added. "After all, you... do not deserve anything from her. I don't even think you deserve to live, Slater Bennet. I would've killed you myself, but...

card onto Slater's lap, he exhaled. "This is the first and last time

reached the autopsy table, he paused and gazed at it. Not

whispered, his eyes fixed on the empty autopsy table. "I heard she

his shoulder and added,