Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076: I want to go home.

At the same time, in the safe house where Patricia was currently staying...

Patricia hugged her knees, her back against the headboard. She stared blankly at the wall across the room, her lips drawn into a tight line.

A few hours ago, when she went down to the kitchen for something to eat, she saw something... surprising. It was a pure coincidence because while waiting for the helper to prepare her snack, there was a sudden commercial news segment regarding Miller’s buyout.

Her brother and father had sold their company, making the Millers partners, but not owners. The news was big enough to make it to the commercial news. Since then, Patricia had been a little distraught. She hadn’t even touched the snack the helper had prepared.

"They sold the company..." she mumbled to herself. "... they sold it to the Bennets."

Patricia clasped her shoulder tightly, her expression growing bitter and hateful. "And yet, they look so happy."

It wasn’t that selling their company to the Bennets was the problem. It was the fact that her brother and father looked like fools!

Didn’t they hate the Bennets?

Wasn’t her father the one who disliked Charles Bennet and fed his children such hateful remarks about them?

Their family would never bow to anyone, yet, from what she saw, they looked like dogs wagging their tails to their new owner. The worst of all was that they didn’t even seem to notice her absence.

A scoff escaped her, her eyes reddening with frustrated tears. Patricia glanced at the bedside table, biting her bottom lip slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she reached for the drawer, revealing her phone with a cracked screen.

"Did they really... not look for me?" she wondered under her breath, holding the phone and staring at it. "Don’t they care?"

She didn’t know how long it had been since that incident, but she knew it had been quite a while. That also meant she hadn’t been checking her phone because she was scared. But now she was curious. With that in mind, Patricia searched the room for a charger. It took her some time to remember she had seen one in the bathroom.

For some reason, she didn’t know why it was there, but she didn’t care. Going to the bathroom and rummaging through the closet under the sink, she quickly spotted a charger that would fit her phone’s charging port.

"Is it still working?" she wondered to herself. "Angel gave me a new phone, but I don’t want to use it. Who knows? He might’ve installed something in it."

Patricia was grateful for the help she had received from Angel that night. However, the more she thought about it and the more she locked herself away, the more questions filled her mind.

How did Angel find her?