Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078: This is exactly how you raised me, Mom.

The Miller family had their peaceful moments like any other family. They used to eat together, talk about anything, and laugh about something. It wasn’t always bad. In fact, it was one of the favorite things Patricia liked to do.

It had been a while since they had such moments because Patricia’s relationship with her brother had continued to decline.

She hadn’t even remembered it until now she was watching it.

Patricia balled her hands into tight fists as she clenched her teeth, watching this family of three dine so happily. Overwhelmed with bitterness and rage, she walked into the dining room.

"What a happy family!" she scowled, breaking the peaceful atmosphere in the kitchen instantly. Watching her mother, father, and brother turn their heads to her and how their expressions changed filled her with nothing but hatred.

"Haha!" she laughed bitterly. "What? Did I ruin your dinner?"

"Patricia, oh dear!" Mrs. Miller pushed herself up. "Where have you been, my dear?"

She stood close to Patricia, reaching out to check if she was okay. But before her hands could touch her daughter, Patricia slapped them away.

"Patricia!" Theo jumped from his seat the moment he heard the resounding "pak" of his sister’s hand against their mother’s.

"Where have I been?" Patricia repeated, gazing at her pretentious mother with mockery. "Mom, why are you asking me that now? I’ve been here for a while, but I never heard you look for me—not once. If anything, it seems you only remember me now that I walk in here."

"Patricia, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Miller was confused. "That’s not true. I—"

"You, what?!" Patricia raised her voice, studying her mother from head to toe. "What, Mom?"

Unlike Patricia, who had to hide her body with this damn hoodie and these ugly pants to conceal the nightmare she went through, her mother was dressed fashionably. Mrs. Miller’s hair was perfectly done, and one could tell by her skin that she had just come from the beauty clinic to get buttocks enhancement.

Patricia laughed, moving her malicious eyes to Theo and her father. When her gaze landed on their mother again, all she felt was disgust.

"A parent loves their children unconditionally and would always take their children’s side no matter what, right, mom?" she repeated what she had heard moments ago. "Is it really unconditional, though, Mom? Or does this only apply to your golden son who—"

SLAP!

Patricia’s face was thrown to the side, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Patricia Miller, what is wrong with you?!" Mrs. Miller yelled as she clasped her throbbing palm. "You left the house without telling anyone and wouldn’t reach out for days! God knows how worried we were despite how your father and brother are working their butts off for our family! How dare you come back and speak so ill to your parent? This is not how I raised you!"

"This is how you raised me, Mom!" Patricia roared back, her outrage growing now that her mother had even laid a hand on her. "This is exactly how you raised me! It’s why I’m so fucked up!"

Surprised, Mrs. Miller’s entire body shook as she instinctively took a step back. Looking at her daughter, she could no longer recognize her. It felt like at any moment, Patricia would raise her hand on her. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

It scared Mrs. Miller.

Patricia looked like she was about to completely snap. This time, it wasn’t like any tantrums she’d thrown before.

She trailed off, trying to hold back her tears. "...while you are sleeping so peacefully at night..." She couldn’t sleep a wink.