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

Chapter 1701: His declaration of war

Zoren had mentioned it to Penny once about his unpleasant experience with the hypnosis. After all, some time ago, Zoren was not pleased that he was not part of his wife's life.

For him, that was unacceptable.

But instead of recovering his memories, what he got were fragments of his past. The past that was erased from his mind for a reason. Fragments that, for once, gave him something to fear about.

Him.

Zoren, himself.

It wasn't what he did in those fragments of memories, but rather, it was the feeling he felt in them. The lack of empathy, the amusement of one's downfall, and just emotions he narrowly avoided nurturing in this timeline.

It scared him enough to make him question many things. If not for Penny, he probably wouldn't have recovered from it and gotten consumed by it.

But tonight, he had to face his biggest fear... which was Zoren Pierson - the old Zoren Pierson.

The beat of the metronome echoed in the room as Zoren lay on the bed while Penny sat in the chair. Its tick felt like a pull in a trance, followed by Penny's occasional voice that was telling him to relax. To keep his breathing steady and to follow her voice.

She was patient, letting him take his time. She glanced at the pulse monitor clipped on his finger just to be sure.

Tock... tock... tock...

Penny drew a deep breath as she finally spoke again, almost breathlessly. "Can you see it?"

Zoren didn't answer, his eyes calmly shut. Although his brows knitted briefly before they relaxed again.

"Yes," he whispered.

"What do you see, Renren?"

"..." Zoren tilted his head a bit, his chest moving in and out slowly but steadily. "A screen television. I'm watching it."

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line. "What are you watching?"

Again, he didn't answer immediately. Penny studied his reaction, making sure there weren't any anomalies. This was her first time doing this, and she wasn't sure if she was actually doing it correctly. Hence, she not only needed to be careful, but also, she was ready to pull him out once he started showing signs of instability.

are you watching, Renren?" she

kept his mouth pressed into a

he added under his breath. "I... didn't do it. I'm

at him. Zoren had gone quiet, but everything he said just now wasn't his words, but hers. The words she kept repeating, shouting till her throat

[I didn't do it.]

[I'm innocent.]

[It's not me.]

Those were her cries.

at Zoren with both

enough to get broadcast through mainstream media. So, she could easily piece

broadcast and heard her cries when she thought no one else did. He listened.

as she tried to set this information aside for now. "What else

eventually did. "Mark. He's telling me

"What is it?"

brows knitted as if he were trying to

in this memory.

his sudden addition and pause

"But?" she asked.

something," he murmured. "Told him...

as his chest moved in and out

called, checking the pulse

rising abnormally. She set aside the note on her lap and moved over to him. She placed a

But then, Zoren spoke.

"I want to

know the

information

woman," was

his voice the

and more distant.

voice, but just detachment

flat or as monotonous as Atlas', but it was definitely distinct

"I... for some