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

Chapter 1638

Chapter 1638: Is Zoren our cousin?

It had been days since Slater last came home to the Bennet Mansion. Mostly because of work-and some other tasks on the side. After all, he was investigating a group in the area where he had recently performed his shows.

The only reason he came home today was that he would officially be moving over the weekend. He needed to check on his things and help with the move.

In other words, he couldn't think of any reason why both Charles and Atlas

wanted to speak with him privately. Even so, Slater reluctantly finished his soup and headed straight to Atlas's room.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

Slater groaned, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly reached for the doorknob. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately spotting Atlas by the liquor stand.

Atlas stood quietly, pouring himself a glass of wine with his back turned to Slater. "First Brother, what did I do this time?" Slater asked, already sounding defensive. "I even asked Butler Jen, but he wouldn't tell me anything."

Silence.

Atlas didn't respond. He placed the cork back on the bottle and set it down. But instead of savoring the wine, he simply rested his hand on the stand's surface. Slowly, Atlas turned his head toward Slater. "Uncle Haines hasn't been home." "Huh?" Slater frowned. "What do you mean?"

Atlas faced him fully, leaning against the stand with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed coldly on Slater.

"Not long ago, Dad found a portrait of a woman lying around the house," he began, his voice flat and sharp. "It brought back some awful memories. And, as expected, he told Uncle Haines about it."

"And?"

"It turns out the woman in the photo is Uncle Haines's first and only lover."

Slater blinked. "Uncle Haines had a girlfriend?"

exact thought that crossed Atlas's mind when he

continued, his tone hard. "That woman is also the same person who died during Dad's last military operation. The same woman—and

the weight of the

a picture in the house... and it turned out to be the woman who was a casualty in that operation? And the twist is-she was Uncle

"Yes."

"And because of that...?"

hasn't

his mouth, then closed it again, his expression riddled with disbelief. This couldn't be

I wanted to talk to

Slater groaned, a sense of dread crawling up his spine.

him blankly. "The

"Huh?"

things," Atlas explained. "I'm guessing you either got

furrowed deeply. "I don't

"Hmm?"

would even know about my part-time job," Slater said firmly. "And that's because I learned never

now, his double life had gone completely

where did you get it?"

I don't even know what picture you're talking about..." Slater trailed off,

really not

in his room. There wasn't anything significant...

there was

he had stolen from the Old Pierson

his confused gaze to

his eyes. "You just

it."

if you're talking

think I did have that in one of my

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