Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197: Last supper

When Zoren came down, he saw the same scene Penny and Slater had walked into earlier. For some reason, the majority of people in the room had their hands raised. Only Nina, Finn, Benjamin, and James were not raising theirs. Before he could even ask, Benjamin happily filled him in.

"Ahh..." Zoren nodded, his eyes darting across the living room to where his wife stood. He narrowed his eyes and, in the blink of an eye, disappeared from Benjamin’s side.

"And Sir—" Benjamin stopped, searching for Zoren, only to find his boss already across the room. "Is he the Flash or something? How did he get there so fast?"

Meanwhile, Zoren pinched his wife’s chin and gently guided her to look at him. Penny flinched slightly in surprise.

"Renren?"

"What happened?" he asked, scanning her face. His gaze then shifted to Slater, catching the latter looking away.

"Renren, it’s nothing." Before he could press further, Penny grabbed his hand and flashed him a smile. "Just a childish fight with my Third Brother, but we made up."

His expression remained unchanged—sharp, unbending, cold. He studied the puffiness of her eyelids, the redness of her cheeks and nose, and the dampness of her eyelashes. She had cried—a lot. However, if she wasn’t coming clean now, he knew she didn’t want to talk about it.

Respecting her decision, Zoren nodded and released her chin. He cast another glance at Slater before dropping the matter.

"Renren, aren’t you going to raise your hand?" Penny asked almost excitedly. "First Brother is looking for a volunteer to punch him."

"So I heard." Zoren glanced at her raised hand. "I see you’re volunteering."

"Hihi. I’m raising my hand not because I want to punch him, but to make him realize he’s mean."

"Ah..." He tilted his head in understanding. However, even if his wife looked enthusiastic, he didn’t want to make the same mistake. "Third Brother is also raising his hand."

Slater flinched slightly, keeping his head turned away from Zoren. "I, well, don’t care about that. I also want to let First Brother know he’s a meanie."

Zoren darted his eyes between the two before advising, "You should put your hands down before he sees. You know him—he’s vengeful. He might not pick you two, but he’ll remember every face that raised a hand."

Penny and Slater froze in place, stupefied. That thought hadn’t even crossed their minds when Lily had told them about the situation. Slowly, they turned their heads toward where Atlas was standing, their hands inching downward.

But alas, Atlas was already looking in their direction.

"Keep those hands up," he said flatly.

Penny’s and Slater’s breath hitched.

They were dead.

Zoren shook his head, feeling sorry for his wife and Slater. If it were anyone else, he might have thought of a way to save them. But he knew they’d survive... somehow. Atlas wasn’t entirely heartless—just a bit.

Meanwhile, Atlas let his little siblings off the hook for now and scanned the room. Everyone was waiting for dinner, having been kicked out of the kitchen for making a mess. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

He crossed his arms. "So, all of you want to punch me?"