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

Chapter 1849: Freed

Mildred didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Miss Sandford’s silence. According to her, saying nothing was not her place.

For Miss Sandford, Mildred’s courage to come out was significant. Lovers or not, there was no difference. They were good friends who cared deeply for each other. They could still love each other just the same. Mildred was glad she finally mustered the courage.

Even after Mildred and Miss Sandford cleared things up, Mildred knew there was one person she still needed to tell.

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[Old Pierson Residence]

Mildred smiled at Old Mrs. Pierson as they quietly knitted together.

"This sweater is for Renren and Penny," Old Mrs. Pierson remarked with a chuckle. "I rushed these because the first one I made is for Atlas."

She sighed, recalling Atlas’s last visit. "That boy... I still miss him."

Since Old Mrs. Pierson had put Atlas at the top of the Pierson Family, he naturally consulted her about changes. Even if she hadn’t given him full authority over the Pierson Corporation, Atlas would still have gone to her.

Old Mrs. Pierson respected Atlas’s decisions.

So, there was some restructuring for the Pierson Corporation and its family. However, Old Mrs. Pierson hadn’t changed her will. She hadn’t removed him from it, and if something happened to her, Atlas would still inherit.

"I’m sure he’ll succeed in his future plans," Mildred commented gently, earning a chuckle from Old Mrs. Pierson.

"Of course he will," Old Mrs. Pierson nodded. "That young man is brilliant, a responsible brother, and son. He’s going to be just fine."

white brows. "And what about you, Mildred? What did you come

pressed her lips together, conflicted as she looked at Old Mrs. Pierson. She opened her mouth a few

come out to Old Mrs. Pierson, following her confession to Miss Sandford.

"I just thought

knowingly before returning to knitting a sweater

Old Mrs. Pierson, a wry smile

time,’ she told herself, nodding mentally.

them as they continued knitting.

"Is she beautiful?"

looking up at Old

meeting Mildred’s gaze. "I’m asking about the woman you’ve been seeing

bit her tongue. "Oh, Vivian. Of course. She’s very beautiful and kind. That’s why we’re very

friends up until now, but that wasn’t

back at Old Mrs. Pierson with mixed emotions. Before Mildred realized it, she blurted out under her

confessed.

and nodded. "I thought as much.

"Huh?"

"I thought I’d pass

formed on Mildred’s face, her confusion evident. Looking at Old Mrs. Pierson, realization

out. "You knew

knew," Old Mrs. Pierson clicked her tongue. "How could I not

at that.

a little different," Old Mrs. Pierson