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

Chapter 1444: What's the worst that could happen?

Atlas stared at the three, his gaze cold and indifferent almost as if he were looking at mere slabs of meat ready for butchering. If not for the mental name tags he had assigned them, he might have mistaken them for just that... flesh.

"However, it is, indeed, concerning," Atlas finally broke the momentary silence. "What should we do? I don't think we'll be able to sleep with such discomfort."

His brow arched as his gaze landed on the blanket-wrapped figure of Slater. "Aren't you hot?"

"He's hiding something he doesn't want anyone to see," Penny waved dismissively before continuing, "First Brother, you should try an ice bath to cool down your body. Since you don't feel anything except your usual urge for mass destruction, I think that should be enough."

"I prefer hot showers," Atlas replied flatly. "Don't you have an antidote?"

Penny deadpanned. "Is an elephant heavy? First Brother, I'm more surprised that you think I carry sedatives around like breath mints. I'm not Second Brother."

Atlas frowned, while Penny clicked her tongue.

"It's either a cold bath or... sex," she stated bluntly. "And since the latter is impossible right now, you don't really have a choice."

Turning to Slater, Penny continued, "As for you, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No way!" Slater immediately scurried backward, wrapping himself tighter in the blanket. "Penny, do you even know who I am?"

"Uh..." Penny blinked. "You're my brother?"

"I'm Slater Bennet!" he shrieked. "If I go to the hospital for something like this, my name will be on every tabloid! I'd rather die than have people talking about... this!"

Penny opened her mouth, then closed it. Did that even make sense? Of course, there were alternatives to going to the hospital-she was licensed to prescribe medicine, after all. But she wasn't irresponsible enough to do so without a proper diagnosis.

She wasn't about to hand out prescriptions like candy.

"Oh... okay," she said, nodding in understanding before a wicked smirk curled her lips. "Then, I guess you have no choice."

Slater's eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean... you'll have to take care of it yourself," she stressed before hissing her next words, "Beat it."

breath

to slaughter. "Why would you say that?! And why

chuckled, unable to hide her amusement. But before she could say anything else, she

help him first,' she thought, biting her lip. Slater and Atlas would be fine—at least, that was her assumption. Her husband, however, was

Zoren to end his sufferings, Hugo came barreling back

drenched in sweat, still missing his shirt. He rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. Slowly,

wheezed. "Something's wrong with

Brother, that's

I high?" Hugo

"What?"

of drug is this?" he demanded. "It's a drug, isn't it?

her mouth, then closed it.

can't stop," he interrupted, his

"...What?"

and my hands are itching," he explained. "I want

someone really

"Hey!"

loud voice rang from outside. He turned

one of the guards hollered. "Sir Hugo just picked a fight with us and then ran

all, they still remembered that night when a drunken Penny

wasn't insulting her.

"See, Miss Penny?!"

cheek, trying to keep a straight face. "I swear I am not trying to

at

because he was her brother. That would be unfair. Still, at least Hugo wasn't looking

would have been much

who had followed the

we should stop them," Mark

Angel slapped the back

eyes locked on the scene. "I want to see what