Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1164

Chapter 1164: history is written by the victors

Everyone knows the narrative of how Zoren’s mother, Naylani, tried to take his life. They say it was out of jealousy because Naylani wanted all of her husband’s attention, love, and affection. For a woman like Naylani, who had come from a humble background, people called her a woman who won the lottery.

Enzo Pierson was not only an enigmatic businessman who charmed everyone with his charismatic personality, but he was also born with a big heart. The wealth he grew up with and the infighting for power and control never affected who he was. Instead, he used that as fuel to not be like his family. Despite having all eligible women from the upper echelons showing interest, he fell in love with a woman from a small town during one of his trips.

They said it was love at first sight.

Naylani, after all, was indeed a stunning woman. Besides her background, she was intelligent, delightful, and naturally elegant. No one had imagined she had something twisted hiding behind that beautiful shell. Only when she was arrested for stabbing her son and leaving him in the attic to burn him alive did everyone find out she was not just the Cinderella everyone thought she was.

She was the witch — insane. She deserved to be in a psychiatric ward.

But what everyone didn’t know was that the narrative was completely twisted. Because, at the end of the day, history is written by the victors, and the histories of the losing parties belong to the shrinking circle of those who were there.

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[Flashback — a continuation of Zoren’s flashback from Chapter 1094: *You Made Me Sick.*]

"You... you are the reason this has all failed. I will kill you — I will kill you!"

BOOM!

Naylani froze upon hearing a loud explosion somewhere downstairs. If the explosion was heard in the attic, she knew it was big enough. Just as she was trying to figure out what it was, she heard quiet laughter beneath her.

Slowly, her eyes fell on the little boy, lying on the floor. His little mouth stretched into a twisted smile, his eyes squinting as he said,

"She’s dead." His words were harsh for such a little boy, and the look of amusement in his dark eyes looked a little misplaced. "That woman, Mother, she’s dead."

"What did you do?" she asked, only to catch a whiff of gas and smoke in the air. Her eyes dilated, and her breathing slowed. Her grip on the shard loosened, causing it to fall from her hand as her knees hit the floor.

The young Zoren touched his neck after almost being strangled to death. He sat up, facing the woman who seemed to have just blanked.

"What did I do?" the young boy repeated. "I’m ending our suffering, Mother."

Naylani’s eyes shook as she slowly lifted her gaze to the boy. "You..."

"I sent her away, telling her that she had to pick up something from grandma’s house. It’s about that time when Grandma sends us something — I requested it, of course. Otherwise, she would’ve just been suspicious, right?" He cocked his head to the side, unbothered by the growing fire on the first floor. "So, while she was away, I... loosened the gas hose and let it seep through the house."

Considering that the maid, who was also a spy to harm Zoren and Enzo, was doing her job as a maid properly, Zoren was aware of her routine. Once she came back from Old Pierson’s Residence, the maid would store the dishes Old Madam Pierson had prepared for the family of three. And then she would start cooking some.

And that was what happened.

Turning on the stove caused the explosion, just as he planned.

"You... are a demon," Naylani breathed out, shaking her head, her eyes fixed on this diabolical child. "A real demon."

The young Zoren shrugged indifferently. "Didn’t I say I’d let you go, Mother?"

"..." Her breath hitched as her eyes darted around. "I need to get out of here."

"It’s too late," he said. "The first floor is probably engulfed in flames. Even if you try, there’s a high chance you’ll suffocate first. If not that, then you’ll be crushed by the debris."

Naylani clenched her teeth and glared at him, reaching for the shard she’d momentarily let go of. She raised it and pointed it at him.

"Let him burn in his own scheme," she told herself, covering her nose with her arm as she made her way down. ’May he not die from that stab... and let him feel the pain of burning alive.’