Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180: How do I get home?

Perhaps it was Angel’s words that made Patricia take a step back, or maybe it was the realization of how she had reached a point where she had considered jumping off a bridge. Either way, for the first time, she wanted to make things right. It might be a little too late, but she wanted to try.

"I want to go home."

Patricia stood in front of Mylo, who was casually seated on the couch in the living room.

Mylo didn’t budge, continuing to flip through the pages of a magazine.

"I’m not going to throw threats this time," Patricia whispered, her eyes fixed on him. "I just want to go home."

This time, Mylo lifted his gaze to her but remained silent.

Patricia cleared her throat and raised her chin. "I understand the consequences of going home," she said. "You won’t be liable for anything that happens to me. So, I won’t expect you to watch my back in case I need rescuing. Just let me go home."

Still, Mylo didn’t respond.

"Hey, did you hear me?" she asked, her frustration mounting. Ever since this man had replaced Angel, he had treated her as if she didn’t exist. According to the head caretaker of the villa, Angel had gone on an "important" trip.

"Please." Patricia sighed, forcing down the irritation growing in her chest. "Just let me go home."

But Mylo remained silent.

"Miss Patricia?"

The butler suddenly approached with a kind smile, glancing between Mylo and Patricia. "Apologies for Sir Mylo. He doesn’t like to talk when he’s on vacation."

"What?"

"However, I heard you want to go home?" the butler continued curiously.

"Yes." She nodded, forcing a wry smile. "I understand the consequences of going home. But I still want to. I can’t just keep locking myself away—I want to live my life."

The butler smiled in understanding. "Alright..." He trailed off as Mylo suddenly pulled something from his pocket.

Mylo slowly rose to his feet and took a step toward Patricia, extending his closed fist toward her.

"Huh?" Her brows knitted together as he gave his hand a slight shake.

"Uh..."

Confused, Patricia opened her palm beneath his fist. A moment later, she felt coins drop into her hand.

"Keep the change," was all he said before walking away. "Safe trip."

Patricia stood frozen, staring at the man who had just handed her pocket change.

"...What am I supposed to do with this?" she muttered.

Gazing down at the coins, her face twitched. "Does he... want me to commute?"