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

Chapter 1705: Mother and son

Did Zoren ever regret getting into Penny's case?

It was a question he never got to ask, because when he began reading those case files, he moved on to get as much information about her.

Initially, it was his only way to raise a middle finger to the world that was trying to tell him he was wrong. That what he believed did not matter. It was all because of ego, pride, and boredom, with a sprinkle of getting justice for the man he

considered one of his people.

That was all there was nothing more, nothing less.

But every answer he got would leave another, bigger question. Every file he read just looked a little more ridiculous than the last. And every single day, it led him down a darker path-a descent.

Because the more he knew, the more he realized this case was not just Penny's. Rather, this case actually had something to do with him-the Pierson Family.

And this was something he never thought he would uncover when he started this obsession.

SLAP!

Zoren's face was turned to the side, his cheek burning from the resounding slap that echoed.

"Ungrateful bastard. How dare you show your face to me, huh?" A woman's sharp voice rang in the room, snickering at him. "I've always known this would happen. I should've killed you even before you were born."

Zoren glanced up at Mark, who took a step toward him. He raised a hand, stopping his lead security.

"Leave us alone, Mark," he ordered.

not pleased by this. However, he

slowly turned his head to the woman standing

step before

glared at him as if she weren't looking at her own son. Her eyes were

hand to strike him again. "I should've disciplined you even

him, Zoren grabbed her arm to stop her midway. Naylani

his grip on her arm tightening.

struck me once. And once is the only time

burning. "Once? How dare you-Zoren, you are JUST my son. You don't get to talk to your mother

strike him. However, Zoren caught it midair. Thus, in the end, she ended up screaming, struggling under his grip, and landing a

of that was

and screamed her lungs out until her throat started to scratch, but all it

slumped on the floor, her hands clasping and

even squatting to meet her eyes.

scoffed

at him, who

down

place is enough to stop me? Hah!

YOU WANK

it not beer for me, yo wouldn't

in mockery. "Even if you lock me in here, I

the woman who gave birth to you,

Zoren didn't react; his icy gaze didn't even grow

if there was