Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191: No one will blame you for it.

[Penny!]

[Useless sister!]

[Penelope Bennet? Hah. Aside from the family name you carry, you’re not my sister. So, stop calling me Brother.]

[I hate you, and I wish you would just die, Penny.]

Slater’s angry voice echoed in his ears, remembering just bits and pieces of the countless hurtful things he had said to Penny in their first life. They all bore anger and cruelty, meant to hurt her in every possible way.

Words he wished he hadn’t spoken so carelessly. Words he wished he could take back. If only he had been just a little bit kinder and more understanding, maybe it wouldn’t feel so heavy now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrifying to think about how her heart might change with this confession. And maybe, he wouldn’t have to wonder how this would pull them further apart.

Just maybe...

"I remember," he whispered, a part of him trying to hold him back from what felt like a suicidal decision. "I remember everything, Penny."

Deep lines appeared between Penny’s brows as she looked at him, confused. "What does that mean?" she wondered. "You remember what?"

"Everything," he breathed out, marching toward her and stopping just a step away. Looking into her eyes, his eyes gleamed with all sorts of emotions. Dominating them all was regret—deep regret that seemed as though nothing in this world could ever take it away.

"Third Brother..." The confusion on her face was evident as she studied the look in his eyes. "I don’t understand why you’re..."

Thud.

Her brows rose as her words caught in her throat, and she gazed down at Slater. "Third Brother, what do you think you’re doing?" she asked, trying to pick him up from his knees. "If this is about last night, it’s nothing. Stop kneeling like that—goodness! People might think you’ve really lost your mind and are now proposing to your already-married sister. That’s disgusting, you know?"

"I’m sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth, his hands clasping the grass. "I’m sorry."

"Third Brother, what the—get up now. I’m not that hurt," she returned, still trying to hold his arm to help him up. "This is embarrassing. My injury isn’t that bad..."

Penny assumed this was all about last night. Knowing Slater, she was certain he was blaming himself for that stab wound on her thigh. However, wasn’t kneeling a bit much? Actually, he wasn’t just kneeling—he was almost kowtowing... while crying.

But then...

"I’m sorry for everything," Slater expressed through a muffled cry. "I’m sorry... sorry... I shouldn’t have said all of that. I should’ve believed you when you said you didn’t do it..."

Penny froze, her grip on his arm loosening. Her eyes slowly grew wide, and she stared at him, his back trembling as he apologized.

What did he just say?