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

Chapter 1799: Use this leg one more second, and you’ll lose it.

Penny perked up, excitedly waving her arms sideways and yelling, "Second Brother~!"

She and her group had been searching for anyone, but unfortunately, all they saw were remnants of battles. They made a few stops to check for casualties, fearing they might be their own people. Fortunately, they weren’t.

Her smile, however, slowly disappeared as they approached Hugo. Her brows knitted, and she climbed down from the truck’s cab, then hopped off. She almost rolled over because the truck was still moving, but thankfully, she didn’t.

"Second Brother!" she called, running immediately to where Hugo stood.

The mere fact that Hugo didn’t run to her, didn’t meet her halfway, told her something was incredibly wrong. She knew Hugo had a previous injury, but what if he’d been shot or hurt? Even the reopening of his old wound would be horrible enough.

Without even glancing at the other guys around the truck, Penny reached Hugo.

"Penny—" Hugo reached out for her shoulder.

Penny, on the other hand, just held his side and assessed his pale face. Hugo’s expression was still his usual, but he was undeniably pale.

"You’re... you’re okay?" Relief quickly dominated his face, but Penny didn’t answer that.

"Did you get shot?" she asked, gazing down. "That’s a lot of blood."

Hugo also looked down and squeezed his leg. "No, it’s just the injury, but I’m fine."

"Fine?" she repeated, her lips curving down. "Doesn’t look fine to me."

With that, Penny was about to bend down and check his leg. However, before she could, he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Penny," Hugo called, gripping her arm and looking her in the eye. He then tipped his head towards the truck in front of his vehicle, making Penny turn to the people she had just run past.

Penny’s brows crinkled as she studied the people until she caught sight of Mint in one of the men’s arms.

"Enemy?" she asked, her question directed at both Hugo and the group of men.

Before Hugo could answer, the man in the middle spoke aloud.

"Hopefully not," he said, raising his chin slightly, his eyes on Penny. "I see you’re using vehicles you shouldn’t."

told us to pick!" Penny shrugged, though her indifference lacked any playfulness.

the woman who had just arrived. They then cast a quick look at Hugo, who seemed

Hugo called quietly. "I’m still not sure about them, but

"An alliance?"

the middle nodded. "An alliance. We will help you, and you will help us. We’ll give you our strength and draw out Nathalie Zorken’s attention while you help

to give him medical assistance, but since you are here, I believe that doesn’t count anymore,"

before jerking her chin toward Mint. "What about her?

was tranquilized—technically

were working for Nathalie Zorken for the time being, with her holding our people as leverage. They tranquilized her," the man explained, keeping it short and simple. "However, we may not have any intention of keeping her, but with our numbers, we thought working with people

facing her second brother, pushing his shoulder as a signal for him to sit in the driver’s seat. But before she tore his pants, she pulled away

that you’d fight Nathalie Zorken when Granny already said she’d rest everything on fate?" she clarified. "I don’t think Granny ordered any of the Shadow Order to

at his comrades. The others also exchanged quiet looks before setting their eyes on Penny. Considering the vehicles Penny was using and knowing the person currently holding the highest spot in the Order, it seemed

were held hostage," the man finally answered. "We might follow orders without question, but one of the most important rules of the Order is survival. This, tonight, is our survival and

we get punished after tonight’s action is not your

us dead," another one spoke. "So, there is no reason for us

brothers, sisters," another one said. "We follow the code, but there was nowhere in the

Order will make Nathalie Zorken pay.

truck’s open door, only seeing Penny’s feet under it as she had begun tending to Hugo’s wound. They could only

did listen, but it didn’t matter

to her

an ugly and larger injury on his leg. His wound hadn’t just reopened; it seemed to

out, looking up at

Hugo clenched his teeth and grabbed her shoulder. "Don’t worry

into it—in it—making him twist and fall back on the seat. He

leg as it moved up

this leg one more second, and

her palm on his wound and leaned back, eyeing the guys who were just standing

and help me!" she yelled before casually

it was fresh or dry blood, but Hugo’s leg wasn’t just red—it looked bruised. And not just any

Order—looked at each other before they eventually walked toward her. They maintained a safe distance from behind her, only to catch her

didn’t look back at them. "Do you know a place here where I can treat my brother’s leg? I

No answer.