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

Chapter 1729: And I can prove that

[Old Pierson Residence]

Old Madam Pierson sat in a rocking chair on the open deck connected to the courtyard. A soft smile was etched across her wrinkled face as she gazed out at the peaceful garden.

As she stared at it, she couldn’t help but see the memories of a little boy running while two young parents chased after him. His laughter and giggles once caught echoing, along with the couple’s laughter and exhaustion. A normal scenario that would have played out in this same garden many years ago.

"Enzo," she whispered, thinking of her late son who had left the world far too soon. "It seems... I’ll be seeing you soon."

Her lips curved a little more at the thought of finally reuniting with both her son and her husband. Not many would be happy about that thought — especially Zoren — but Old Mrs Pierson was ready. She lived a long life.

"Renren is in good hands now," she continued, her voice weak but content. "Maybe if I see his quadruplets... just a little longer, Enzo. I’ll meet them first, so... I could tell you what they look like."

Her eyes softened as she stared at the garden, the same one she had cared for over the years. Though many things had been replaced, the original layout remained untouched. Butler Hubert had made sure of it. The Old Madam wanted it preserved exactly the way it had been.

After all, this garden held so many memories.

Memories of a family of three, spending lazy Sunday afternoons together. The good old days. Days free of worry and simply full of love and life.

"Had I known you both would leave me so soon..." she murmured, her thin lips tightening into a line. "Even if I had known, I’d still make the same choices. We lived a good life, didn’t we? Better than the first."

As Old Madam Pierson reminisced, a faint knock came at the door. She didn’t turn. She simply waited. The knock already gave away who it was, after all.

"Madam," came Butler Hubert’s voice, gentle and respectful. "The Young Master is here."

Her brows lifted faintly, and this time, she turned her head. There stood Butler Hubert, with Zoren a few steps behind him.

smile returned to her face,

bowed. "I’ll

that, the butler quietly left the room, leaving the

over and brought a chair close to her rocking one, sitting beside her so they

called, reaching

hands over the armrest. "Grandma... how

about your father and grandfather. Maybe it’s because

was a mother,

ever outlive their child.

whispered. "A punishment for asking for—and gaining—something I shouldn’t

his lips together in silence, watching her. He gave her

"did you ever hate me for

wanted to ask in his previous life, but never could. Only now, while she was still alive, could he finally bring himself to

think that way, Renren. I, your grandma, could never hate you

Your father was a father too.

"No parent should ever have to bury their child, but even so, Enzo was also a parent. And if he had to choose again, he would do the same.

"If you had died that day... I would’ve lost you and him. Your father had already lost his wife. Losing you too? That

done the same, had

your father would still choose to protect you. And he wouldn’t

was exactly who Enzo

lowered. "But Grandma...

Old Madam Pierson’s face faltered for just a