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

Chapter 1592: You shouldn't have come

Meanwhile...

Patricia was still frowning in the reception area outside Penny's office. It hadn't occurred to her until now that all those delivery packages were coming from the same sender.

When she received her first package, she had rushed home to thank her father. He seemed pleased by her sweetness and told her she "deserved it."

But she realized something was off when Mr. Miller mentioned the perfume he bought for her—not the bag she had received.

Still, Patricia didn't dwell on it too much.

She simply assumed there had been a mix-up.

Who would've thought how wrong she was?

Still frowning deeply, Patricia turned to the side, her eyes instantly landing on Mark in his usual spot.

"Hey," she called. "Don't you also get delivery packages nowadays?"

Mark slowly lifted his gaze to her and replied coldly, "No."

"At least there are two of us," she muttered. "Should I call Father and ask for an explanation?"

Patricia seriously considered it-until her gut twisted the more she thought about it. Her shoulders tensed, her breath slowed, and her heart began pounding against her chest as beads of cold sweat formed on her back and forehead.

Mark, watching her from the corner of his eye, slowly turned to her. The first thing he noticed was her suddenly pale complexion.

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing her turn to him and force a smile.

"Of-of course," she stammered. "If Penny comes, tell her I just went to the restroom."

With that, Patricia pushed herself up and hurriedly left.

Mark tilted his head, watching her scurry away like she was hiding something.

he muttered. "She looked perfectly fine just

Restroom

uneven, her heart still racing. When she finally calmed herself, she slowly

I even consider doing

a familiar spike of fear welled up in her chest. The thought of contacting the sender of the packages reminded her of that time she picked up a card from her brother's dirty laundry- That same card that almost got

haunting her at the worst moments. Right

I hate it.

head. Reaching for the faucet, water rushed into her hand as the sensor activated. Thanks to her recent disinterest in heavy makeup, she didn't mind washing her

from her chin as she stared into the

slapping her cheeks lightly to snap herself out

forget the idea of reaching out to this "Father." If she didn't receive gifts, then fine-at least she didn't have to worry like the others.

she might've put herself in another situation she couldn't

time? She

stayed in the restroom until

back out as

Mark was watching her.

she sat down, tilting her head

reply immediately. He studied her face, then looked

frown and click her tongue in

glanced at

way, is Penny

without looking at

still eyeing him. "By the way, Mark, do you know anything about that photo

"A photo?"

was supposed to be her mother. I couldn't tell

Miller." Mark gave

glare. "If

Miss

I don't mind.

not, don't poke your

where it doesn't belong."