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

Chapter 1653: Farm

Gangs, illegal dealings, crimes, violence—if one was surrounded by those things with every breath, every day, one would eventually get used to it. Or perhaps... become numb to it.

That's what Priscilla called it.

Jason got used to it. And eventually, so did she.

After all, they weren't good people. They'd made countless selfish decisions, hurt others for their own benefit, and indulged in everything the underworld had to offer.

But the gig they agreed to take just because it paid more than reselling illegal substances seemed like a better deal at the time. They were still deep in debt, but not as badly as before.

Had they known how far this would drag them into hell, they wouldn't have agreed so easily. In fact, they wouldn't have even considered it. But they did no longer purely out of desperation, but out of the naive hope that this might make their lives easier.

And it did... for a while. But not for long.

[PRESENT TIME]

Priscilla let out a deep sigh, keeping her eyes low. "I know you won't understand. And if I could go back, I would've just accepted Jason's decision. Maybe... maybe if I had, none of this would have happened."

"His parents wouldn't have lost the son they raised. Jessa wouldn't have lost the brother who stood by her through thick and thin." She paused, her lips twisting into a bitter smile. "And maybe... I would've met someone else. Someone who would've led me down a better path. Someone who wouldn't leave me without reason... or at least someone who would've told me when I was wrong."

She let out a hollow, mocking laugh. "If only... If only I could go back. I wouldn't- we wouldn't have had to go through all of that."

"What was the gig?" Penny asked coldly, her tone unmoved by the story she'd just heard. "I understand the feeling of wanting to go back and slap yourself for the things you've done. But..."

Even after two lifetimes, this woman hadn't learned a thing.

of this would have happened. But then again... they wouldn't

been an entirely different

continued coldly. "What was the gig you accepted that changed everything? From addiction

again, glancing at the three in front of her before

location and leave it there," she muttered. "After that, we'd get the money they

sums of money before, their profits never came close

kept agreeing to these odd jobs. Pick up a package, drop

just simple

her voice hollow,

silent. Penny and Mint exchanged

asked, his expression dark. "If they offered you that job, you had to know what it

the pay was double. We didn't know the details, but by then, we were already too deep

Mint asked quietly, her eyes locked on

nodded, her

she admitted, wincing as the horrific memories clawed back to the surface. "I won't pretend to be a

tongue, stopping herself before the gruesome details spilled out. "But cleaning up

or killing people... that

tine we swore never to cross. We

whe

supposed to be part of

realize was... somehow, Penny

brink during her incarceration. In that hell, she'd learned to become the most wicked demon just

maybe... Mint and Slater understood too.