Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181: Missed us

Patricia had always been treated like a princess in her home. She had never ridden public transportation, aside from a school bus during field trips back in the day. So, she had no idea how to take a bus or train—something that was basic knowledge for many others.

She had underestimated just how many struggles commuters faced beyond simply finding the bus stop or waiting for the next train. It was rush hour, meaning the bus was packed, and she had to stand the entire ride to her destination. When she transferred to the train for a quicker route, she was squeezed between people as if they were sardines in a can.

She got a whiff of all kinds of sweat, different body odors, and even the sound of people breathing right next to her! It was horrifying, making her hold her breath until she reached her station. That was why she was gasping for air the moment she stepped off, running to catch the last bus she needed to take.

But the bus stop was full too.

The line was so long that she had to wait for half an hour before she could board. It was a blockbuster crowd. As if life itself was determined to make her trip even worse, Patricia tripped as she stepped off the bus and landed in a puddle.

If someone had heard about her journey, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

Patricia had a taste for luxury—not just in bags, heels, clothes, and jewelry, but in how she traveled. By air, she only flew first class. By land, only in a private car. And by sea, only on private yachts and boats. She had never once taken public transportation, let alone been squeezed among strangers.

But today, she did.

Patricia commuted all by herself, with nothing but a piece of paper where the butler had written down instructions on how to get home. She wouldn’t deny that at one point, she was tempted to hail a taxi. However, Mylo had only given her just enough money to cover her public transport fare.

It was exhausting, mentally draining, and emotionally traumatizing. But as she stood in front of the Miller Company building, an overwhelming sense of achievement swelled in her chest. Her lips stretched into a smile as her eyes welled up.

"I did it," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with emotion. "I actually did it."

For the first time in a long time, Patricia felt incredibly proud of accomplishing something on her own. To others, this might seem trivial—too insignificant to celebrate. But for her, it was huge. It made her realize how she had been living—not just in terms of luxury, but in how she had never set real goals for herself.

And now, she had finally achieved something, no matter how small.

"My God." Patricia cleared her throat and wiped her eyes, snapping her attention back to the building before her. She bit her lip and let out a deep sigh before crossing the street.

Initially, she had planned to go straight home. But she wanted to see her brother first. She knew he would be here—Theo always stayed late at the office, even when everyone else had gone home. Even though the company crisis had been resolved, she knew her brother too well.

A heaviness filled Patricia’s chest as she watched her brother work tirelessly, even at this hour. She pressed her lips together, trying to stop them from trembling. Her eyes stung once more, and she quickly wiped them with the back of her hand. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}