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

Chapter 1831: Everything because of you

Zoren lowered his head slightly as the men closed in from all sides. Suddenly, in this oppressive silence, he heard her voice.

"Renren."

It was Penny’s voice; her voice as a child—that sweet and innocent voice that was the first to touch his heart. The voice he had mentally stored, just to never forget the person who had pushed him to keep going.

"My darling."

Then, followed by the voice of his wife. That sweet, gentle, loving voice, matched with those beautiful eyes that looked at him as if she was simply grateful to have him around. In his first life, he didn’t have enough memories to recall.

His life didn’t even flash before his eyes when he died, and it didn’t surprise him. After all, there was nothing in his first life worth remembering. No memories he would like to take to the afterlife. In this life, however, there were too many.

And if his life were to flash before his eyes, he knew he would take his last breath with a smile.

But not now.

Zoren drew another deep breath, apologizing to his wife in his heart for breaking his promise—a promise to get out of here unscathed. If he wanted to survive and escape, he knew he had to spill his own blood.

Resolve hardened in his mind as he nodded to himself. He listened to the sounds behind him, while his eyes were fixed on the entrance. He first caught a muzzle moving in carefully, but then, he looked away. He glanced over his shoulder, catching one approaching.

In the next second, Zoren hit the man on the leg before lunging where the man was. The man next to him pointed a gun, but in close proximity, Zoren grabbed the falling man and used him as a shield.

body of the rifle and pointed it at

BANG! BANG! BANG!

his palm, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting the rifle’s handle, hitting a man’s chest. Coming from his other side, another man pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, it clicked

thank his wife for all the times she pushed him to work hard, and encouraged him to

that, he wouldn’t be fighting even

avoid fatal hits, just grazes—someone in the corner backed away. His eyes were wide, watching Zoren take down one

even if he was grazed or inflicted

body shivering as he recalled just how this perfectly secured mansion had turned

with Zoren, no problem would occur. But even Butler Gilbert was dead. His friends were dead. He was just a new recruit, and he shouldn’t

for a handgun at his side. His rifle was already empty. Luckily, he had a reserved pistol for emergency

pistol, the man in the corner watched as Zoren went one-on-one with the

shot at Zoren, who was slammed on the counter

the latter’s fingertips grazing a rifle. He panicked, and before

BANG!

man who had Zoren pinned on the counter, arms around his

neck loosening. When he turned his head, his

"You—"

corner who had opened fire paled. His mouth quivered, opening and closing. "I—I’m

moment his brother’s body fell with a thud, the man’s mind went black. All he could do