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

Chapter 1443: Atlas was built differently

BAM!

Penny, Zoren, and Slater ran out of the kitchen to see what was happening. But when they arrived, all they saw was Atlas, still seated on the same couch, their broken front door, and some noises coming from outside.

"Uh..." Penny blinked, her thoughts filling with question marks. "Where is Second Brother?"

The three of them naturally turned to Atlas. But alas, he remained idle in the chair. Slowly, Atlas cracked one eye open and stared at them.

"He lost his mind." As usual, Atlas's tone carried no concern. "That's what happened."

Penny and Slater exchanged glances, studying Atlas. Although his face was flushed, he didn't seem to have the same overwhelming urge as Zoren nor the same dilemma as Slater.

Ignoring Hugo's absence for a moment, Penny cautiously approached her eldest brother.

"Uh..." She cleared her throat, prompting Atlas to raise a brow. "First Brother, is there something you need?"

"Water," he replied. "I did tell you to bring me some."

"Right, but I left it in the fridge to cool since we didn't have any ice," she explained, though it was obviously a lie. "I mean... First Brother, do you feel anything strange?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you feel weird? Like... do you have any urges or cravings right now?" she asked carefully, choosing her words as if treading on eggshells.

Zoren and Slater, standing just a few steps away, waited anxiously for Atlas's response. Meanwhile, Slater clutched his blanket tightly, desperately trying to keep his "mighty soldier" hidden.

Atlas frowned. "Unless a

shot up in confusion

taking note of their drastically different reactions. While Zoren looked like he was using all his energy to stop himself from dragging her away for some "private moments," Slater was just distressed that his "soldier" refused to stand

yet, Atlas only

strange," she murmured, looking back at him. "First Brother, are

hesitantly asking, "How about... there?" She reluctantly gestured

a

"What?"

but

gasped while Zoren pinched the bridge of his nose. Normally, Zoren would have jumped in to correct Atlas's misunderstanding, but at the moment, he was too busy restraining himself—not just

dragged Penny away for relief, Old Mrs. Pierson's words. might just come true. After all, he had always refused any pillsor herbal

Over his dead body.

Penny stopped, rendered speechless by the pure slander and rejection. She

turned to Slater and Zoren. "He's fine. Probably, the effects were trapped in his

frowned, finally having the chance to ask. "Why won't my—you

breath, glancing at his obvious bulge. Slater spoke as if he were

the details," Penny admitted with a difficult sigh. "But what I do know is that the soup made

his brows,

going on?" Atlas asked.

massaged her nape, summarizing the situation. "Not long ago, Grandma gave me a red soup container for Renren. She said it was

she would say that outright. So, she

meant

since Renren and

try, we just kept it in

somehow, he still used it tonight... and Renren unknowingly served it to