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.

"I suppose you already knew all the lies

remained a

come here all alone," she continued as she reached for the teacup in front of her. "I wonder where this confidence comes from? Is it because you carry the memories

lips, her eyes gazing at him over

be the same as the first one?" she added before taking a

still didn’t answer, remaining quiet. A smile took over her face as she placed her cup down, leaving a bit

you of your mother?

heart, I’ll offer you my ear. You can say everything

Not because he didn’t know what to tell her, but because what he wanted to say had already been told in their

he did have a question for Naylani,

to 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? It wasn’t like Zoren was the type to indulge in

studied him. Much to his surprise, what came out of her sinful mouth

said. "Naylani—she loved your father, Enzo

while she smiled at his brief, subtle reaction. That was the first.

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 and trap her, she just

so, I give credit where credit is due," she added. "Did I think she would win? Naturally. So, why did she die

with her next words. "It’s because she is a fool for a man. So, I believe it’s not

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

for the real Naylani: did she love Enzo