Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1094

Chapter 1094: You made me sick

[Warning: This Chapter contains triggering content. Proceed with caution.]

"And I’d do it again. This time... I’ll wait. I’ll wait for him to find something to live for, other than power; I’ll wait until he’s married and has children, so I can kill them in front of him."

Evil.

That was all Naylani could see as she looked at this young boy smirking at her. He was barely half her size, but she couldn’t summon the strength to carry out the growing fear and hatred in her heart. Naylani hung her head low, scratching the wooden floor with her nails.

"You..." she breathed out through gritted teeth, tears landing on the floor. "You... made me crazy."

She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with rage. "You did this to me. You made me sick."

"I did." The young Zoren crouched down in front of her. "I did, Mother."

His brows rose as amusement filled his eyes the second their gazes met. "What are you going to do about it?"

"You—" her breath hitched, her shoulders shaking as her nails started bleeding from how hard she was digging them into the floor.

"You had a problem that you soothed with a pill. You take them when you’re angry, nervous, stressed, or just when you’re overwhelmed. Since I’m still in this defenseless body, replacing those pills with sugar is the only thing I can do," he shared indifferently, savoring the look on her face. "It’s a good thing I’ve been so concerned about your health that I did a lot of reading on it. So I know that without it, you’d start having panic attacks, then get anxious, which would eventually turn into crippling paranoia. Of course, whispering in your ear and making things difficult for you hastened the process. And then, you got overwhelmed and experienced your first hallucinations."

His eyelids drooped dangerously. "But watching you lose your mind is only fun at first since my father is so keen to save you. He would even go out in this weather to fly across the world and get you a specialist who could help. So..." His mouth curled up again as a short laugh escaped him. "So, instead of sugar, I started adding the bits and pieces of what you and that maid put in his food."

"Naylani, you’re dying," he stressed under his breath, almost as if he were on the verge of laughing. "I think it’s been around a year since then. How much more poison do you think your body can hold, hmm?"

Naylani shook her head, intuitively slipping her shaking finger inside her mouth in an attempt to remove the last pill she had taken that day. She poked her finger down her throat until she started gagging and retching, but she didn’t stop until she could see anything but saliva coming out.

"Pathetic," the young Zoren scoffed, watching her try to vomit up the poison she had no qualms about when feeding it to her husband and son. If Zoren had been drinking the milk she served him every night, he would have been long sick—just like his father, who was once healthy and physically fit but had become ill after getting rained a bit.

Enzo had been showing signs of declining health, and if this continued, Zoren knew his father would soon succumb to it. And Enzo would end up just like Zoren remembered—poisoned by his wife — which no one knows about. Therefore, the young Zoren knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

She has to go.