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

Chapter 1747: Final hours of Zoren

[Final Hours of Zoren]

After the long battle to clear Penelope Bennet’s name, making those who made her suffer face their own demise, tearing apart the entire Pierson family, and becoming the new head of the Zorken family, Zoren had one last destination.

He stood in front of a gravestone. The words engraved on it read:

In Loving Memory of Penelope Pierson...

Zoren quietly squatted down and placed a bouquet before it. His dark eyes had grown even darker, and his face was pale. As he stared at the gravestone, he barely showed any emotion.

After all, this was the grave of a stranger—who was also his wife.

"Penelope," he whispered, rising to his feet, eyes never leaving the stone. "I fulfilled my promise."

The entire world now knew she had been executed unjustly. That she was the true victim. And Zoren made sure the truth reached even those far beyond Anteca, by exposing more powerful individuals involved in the conspiracy.

Now, because of that, people were rallying—crying in front of the president’s office, demanding change.

A Penelope Movement had formed... in memory of an innocent woman wrongly executed.

Now, the whole world knew.

And now, the only thing the world could do was ask for her forgiveness.

An exhausted breath escaped Zoren, eyes still fixed on her name. "Would this... make you feel at least a little relieved?"

If heaven existed, was she smiling now? Sighing in peace? Perhaps saying, "I told you so."

He had no idea what kind of reaction she would give. He didn’t really know her. Which made it all the more insane—everything he had done was for someone he barely knew.

Someone he didn’t know... and yet, someone he wished he had.

Zoren quietly reached for the bottle of alcohol he’d brought along with the flowers. He opened it and carefully poured it over the gravestone.

heard you didn’t drink, but you should," he murmured. "There’s something to celebrate,

but it didn’t matter anymore. A droplet of rain hit his shoulder. Then another. And soon, the drizzle became

he held it to his

softly, though he didn’t need to say it

Zoren was dying.

poison in his body, no medical intervention could save him. Still, he kept it a secret from everyone,

shallow smile formed on his lips, which was quickly erased by

wanted to say, "Maybe we’ll meet very soon," but

different places. And he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking he deserved to go

at her grave, knowing

a figure approached him from the

as he leaned

raised a brow and met Mark’s

him through," he said calmly. "And move

"Sir—"

alright," Zoren cut him off with

was someone with a grudge against Zoren.

to the guards to grant the person entry and

still watched the area, alert for

unmoving, gaze never leaving the grave. After a few moments, he noticed the figure finally stop beside him, close, but

simply stood in silence, staring at

he hadn’t noticed him. He just kept his eyes on

to be here," the man

didn’t respond right away. The intensity with which he stared at the gravestone might’ve made one wonder what he was

when he did speak,

because you heard I’d

turned his head to the man. Despite the rain and thickening fog, he recognized him

said icily, locking eyes with the middle-aged man filled with

family was destroyed. Retired from Global Prime and was busy with his own ventures. By the time news reached him, it was already too

Penny was already incarcerated.