Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202: were you reborn?

"So, First Brother, since you didn’t get punched last night, did you get the answer that you needed?" Hugo inquired as soon as he sat across from Atlas, having just boarded a private craft to take them home. He blinked innocently, watching Atlas lift his eyes at him. "No matter how much I think about it, I just can’t get any answers!"

"I mean, my first brother, who didn’t want to get hurt in the slightest, wants me to punch him," Hugo continued, emphasizing what Atlas had asked him to do the night before. "It doesn’t make sense to me! I need answers; otherwise, I might lose it."

Atlas leaned back and closed the magazine on his lap. "Hugo, do you believe in reincarnation? Or rather, rebirth?"

"Huh?"

"What if I tell you some people claim that they were reborn, and this life isn’t actually their first one?"

Hugo blinked and then blinked again. His cluelessness and confusion were written all over his blank expression. "What the heck?"

"I was trying to get knocked out just to know whether it’s the truth or not," Atlas continued indifferently. "It seems that only when a person hovers between life and death would they unlock that part of their mind. Though the myth about using only ten percent of our brain has been debunked, I am always open to other mysteries of this world."

"..." Hugo opened his mouth, only to realize it was already gaping. "First Brother, you always render me speechless, whether by awe or the level of ridiculousness you say. This one, however, really takes the cake. Wow! What were you reading in the castle? Or have you proven that Grandma Pierson is a mythical creature?"

"Not a mythical creature, but a real princess."

"Brother, there were real-life royalties in modern times. You can see them if you open the news. There’s one just recently in Anteca. I know because I had to do some guard duties during the conference. So boring!"

"And I don’t care about them." Atlas shrugged indifferently. "Modern royalties don’t fascinate me, nor do they intrigue me. I am more interested in ancient civilizations and how humans evolved to today’s time."

Hugo scratched the back of his head, shaking his head. "Well, if that makes you happy, but I don’t think you should associate reincarnation or rebirth with that. It’s a weird combination."

"I think it’s interesting." Atlas slowly peeled his eyes from the person across from him to the window. "Being reborn many years prior to your untimely death with memories of the future. Intriguing."

"Goodness..." Hugo shook his head once again, only to arch a brow. "Huh? That is weird."

"Hmm?"

Hugo furrowed his brows. "I think someone has that kind of delusion."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He claimed to have been reborn and wanted revenge. Do you know where that person is right now? Prison." Hugo remarked matter-of-factly. "Yep. You got him behind bars for assaulting Slater and hurting Penny in the process. Remember that time she was hospitalized?"

Silence fell between the two, with Hugo smiling a bit, using this to stop his brother from walking down a very dangerous and crazy path. However, Atlas had a different thought. He furrowed his brows, pondering a bit.

"I think that person did mention being reborn or something," Atlas murmured, recalling that occurrence months ago. He hadn’t paid much attention to it because he didn’t have time for nonsense. Besides, he had simply gone to see that person because he wanted to see the person he would put behind bars. And that man certainly seemed fit for prison.