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.

drink, but you should," he murmured. "There’s something to celebrate, after

it didn’t matter anymore. A droplet of rain hit his shoulder. Then another. And

held it

softly,

Zoren was dying.

life by his mother. And with that poison in his body, no medical intervention could save him. Still, he

smile formed on his lips, which was quickly erased by

we’ll meet very soon,"

she was... and where he was going... were two different places. And he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking he deserved to go where she

at her grave, knowing this

approached him

voice as he leaned in

raised a brow and

him through," he said calmly.

"Sir—"

Zoren cut him off with a nod. "Do what I

expression. The man heading their way was someone with a grudge against Zoren. Leaving him alone with such a person didn’t

grant the person entry and fall back. One by one, the suited men scattered around

area,

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

He simply stood in silence, staring at the man in front

didn’t look at him. Didn’t pretend he hadn’t noticed him. He just kept his eyes on the

here," the man

he stared at

when he did speak, his voice was

come because you heard I’d

Zoren turned his head to the man. Despite the rain and thickening

he said icily, locking eyes

grown and unkempt, streaks of white untouched. He had been abroad when the Bennet family was destroyed. Retired from Global Prime and was

Penny was already incarcerated.