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

Chapter 1642: It's going to be a missing person's case

Meanwhile, in Benjamin's Home...

Mint and Benjamin sat on the couch, the latter putting some ointment on the healing wounds on her face. The bitterness in his eyes was enough to show his lingering displeasure about what happened to her.

Mint smiled wearily as she stared at him, letting him rub some ointment on her cheek.

"I told you I can do it," she said playfully. "You didn't have to do it yourself."

But her remark only earned her a glare from him.

"If you're not going to say anything good, then don't talk," he barked, shifting his attention to her bruise. "I'm busy here, and even if I let you in here and cried with you, I'm still upset. As long as these injuries are present, I'll keep feeling upset."

"Then, that's going to be in another two weeks... or three? Maybe four." Benjamin paused and gave her a dead look while she chuckled.

"Beanie," Mint held his arm and gently put it down, facing him squarely. "I mean it."

She nodded at him, squeezing his arm lightly. "Once this case is closed, I'm going to retire."

Benjamin puffed his cheeks, clicking his tongue. He squinted his eyes

suspiciously. She'd already said this earlier while sobbing, but then again, he didn't want to take it to heart. After all, she could've just blurted that out in the heat of the moment.

"Really?" he asked, skeptical.

Mint nodded. "This time, I'm serious. I'm quitting after this case."

"..." A brief silence fell on Benjamin's shoulder as his eyes scanned the sincerity of her declaration. "What if the case never closes?"

Her brows rose at his question.

even before you took the seat of Homeland Security, you've been part of the justice system," he sighed. "What I'm saying is, it's not that I

that mean you're never

of heavy silence

the usual irritation in his

there was anyone who knew Mint, it would be Benjamin. He could even say he knew her more than she knew herself.

become just one of those unsolved cases. Not when this case... has hurt plenty of people, families, and even nations." — Nations might be an exaggeration,

close, Beanie," she added, her voice soft, but he could hear the trace of resolve in it. "It's why they're targeting me more and more. I am close, and no one's going to stop me until I get my hands on

close, and you almost died if not for Second Brother pulling you away from death's door," he mumbled, his eyes softening with deep concern. "Would you end up like this

in his throat. "Mint, tell me. Is

Mint didn't answer, but the look in her eyes was clearer than any words she could say as an

the body? Or worse, an injury

this case... is more important than

just kept quiet and let her silence give him the answer. Because now that she said that, he knew just how much it meant to

sometimes, being a family

proud of her resolve, but then again, the other

Why?

family. A

lowered his head, his lips curving down along with it. Mint, on the other hand, squeezed his arm, witnessing his gloom take

but he didn't meet her eyes. "Please. Just

"For much longer?"

"Just... just a little..."

maybe?" he returned, as a continuation of her remarks.

Mint shook her head, forcing a smile. "Not maybe. I'm sure. I've spent years trying to

over them as they held each other's

reassurance felt as thin as a thread, but the resolve in her eyes was

there was no point

promise me one thing?" His question made her brows rise. "If you're going to die... make sure you die in one piece. Don't come back in