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

Chapter 1813: Your mother is a fool

Meeting Nathalie Zorken for the second time was unlike the first.

In Zoren’s original timeline, their meeting was brief. Only a few words were exchanged before gunshots echoed in the air. But in this timeline, here they were, seated across from each other, the steam of hot, aromatic tea wafting through their nostrils. Cupcakes, muffins, and other snacks adorned the table, making it look like a casual meetup.

The only things that hinted this wasn’t just a casual tea time were the armed men surrounding the pavilion and a strange, faint yet distinct, foul stench in the air.

Zoren fluttered his dark eyelashes, meeting the same dark eyes mirroring him.

Across from him sat a middle-aged woman who showed no signs of aging. There were no visible wrinkles or fine lines, and her hair was styled in a retro pin-up victory curl. Red lips, a naturally contoured small face, and a distinct beauty mark on her right eyelid completed her look.

A timeless beauty, indeed.

It was just that this beauty was barely skin deep. Inside, she was as rotten as she was beautiful.

"Zoren." Finally, Nathalie spoke, her dark eyes studying the young man across from her. "Surely, Naylani is terrible at coming up with names. Zoren—Zorken—and here I thought she loathed the Zorken Family."

Zoren didn’t answer, just stared at her.

Even in this lifetime, she was telling him the same thing she had initially said in their previous life, only under different circumstances.

corner of Nathalie’s mouth curled into a smirk. "I suppose you

remained a thin

of her. "I wonder where this confidence comes from? Is it because you carry the memories

just before her red lips, her eyes gazing at

because you think the result in this timeline will be the same as the first

over her face as she placed her cup down, leaving

to look at me," she humored. "Why? Do I remind you

"Out of the goodness of my heart, I’ll offer you my ear. You can say everything you wanted to tell your mother.

didn’t know what to tell her, but because what he wanted to say

did have a question for Naylani, if only she were

the side, assessing the young man who wouldn’t budge or speak. What was the point of his coming here? But then again, she wasn’t surprised. Why would she be?

leaning back as she studied him. Much to his surprise, what

she said. "Naylani—she loved your father, Enzo

brows crinkled slightly while she smiled at his brief,

mother is a fool. She could’ve gotten everything she wanted in this world. Wealth... power... she could’ve gotten everything," she hummed, tapping her index finger on the armrest. "I must admit, I wasn’t sure who would win between us. Naylani is truly something. No matter how much I scheme

she added. "Did I think

next words. "It’s because she is a fool for a man. So, I believe it’s

Zoren thought. Or maybe, she was bluffing—giving him what he wanted

for the real Naylani: