Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093: I’d do it again

"Young Master, please... let me go."

Naylani’s mouth quivered as she clasped the blanket tightly. Tears blurred her vision, but even that wasn’t enough to erase the cold and ruthless look in his eyes. He wouldn’t budge; he would keep tormenting her as part of his wicked games.

Her heart continued racing, her tears crawling down her taut neck. This right here might be just a boy, but in all the years she had watched him grow, she knew he was no ordinary boy. He was a devil — the most cruel, the most ruthless, and the most evil — inside this young body.

"Young Master," she called out, panicking at the silence he gave her. Naylani hurriedly jumped out of the bed, kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on the vacant space on the chair. "Young Master, just let me go now, hmm? I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done — I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t! It’s not me — I mean, it’s my fault for being greedy!"

The young Zoren watched this woman beg for mercy at a defenseless boy like him. He could see the overwhelming fear in her eyes and the look of desperation. Yet, the young Zoren was unfazed, even though this woman was what he had called "mother" all his life — in two lifetimes.

"You want out?" his childish voice broke the silence after a while.

Naylani nodded profusely. "Please... just let me go. I will not show up in front of you again — not even in front of Enzo. I’ll live as quietly as possible and you’ll never hear a word from me again. Please... just... let me go."

"Then tell me, Naylani," the young Zoren paused, his eyes still holding hers. "What did I do for you to want to kill me?"

Her heart dropped as her eyes dilated, and she held her breath. "No, I... didn’t..." she trailed off, her breath hitching again as she lowered her head slightly. "I’m sorry."

"..." Zoren was quiet, watching her entire body shiver helplessly. "Come with me, Naylani."

Zoren hopped off the chair and started walking away. When he noticed she hadn’t moved, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Father is not here," he said coldly. "I’ll let you go, just as you and I both wished."

With that, Zoren resumed his steps while Naylani raised her head. Her brows rose a little, hiccuping as she watched the little figure walk out of the bedroom.

"Out..." she whispered. "He’s going to let me... go?"

Naylani clasped her skirt tightly and clenched her teeth. Deep in her heart, her entire soul told her not to follow that demon. But alas, she was desperate. She just wanted to leave this house; she couldn’t survive another second with that boy.

If she couldn’t kill him, she knew he would kill her instead.

The only reason she was alive right now was that the boy allowed it.

With that thought in mind, Naylani, despite her intuition telling her to run, picked herself up and followed Zoren. The latter hadn’t left completely, waiting for her on the stairs. When the young Zoren saw her timid figure, he started making his way up to the upper floor.

Naylani followed, stopping before the stairs as she gazed up. "Why is he taking me to the third floor?" she wondered to herself, but still, she dragged her feet up the stairs.

Before she knew it, they had reached another level — the attic.

"Young Master," Naylani called quietly, standing outside the door to the attic. Her eyes were on the boy standing in the middle of the attic, watching him take off the little blazer he had on.

"That maid touched it," he said. "It’s disgusting now."

’He knew about her too?’ she asked herself, her heart thudding. ’How?’