Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207: Should be called a talent

On the eighth shot, Zoren grabbed Penny’s arm. "That’s enough, Penny."

"But this drink tastes like bull, but it has no effect at all." Penny frowned. "I need it to work."

"Can you just tell them without bringing her out?"

"I can," Penny shot Atlas a look. "But to be honest, I don’t want to be reminded of him, especially the previous life."

"Why?"

"You were mean, and the last person I met." Her answer was quick. "And even though you were all relatively terrible to me, you—ah."

Penny’s words cut off as a sharp pain struck the back of her head. It felt like someone had just punched her or hit her with a hammer.

"Penny!" Zoren quickly steadied her, his hands firm on her shoulders. He grabbed the shot glass from her hand, spilling some of the drink onto himself. "That’s enough now."

Zoren, who was usually deferential to Atlas, cast him a firm look. "That’s enough for now, First Brother. I know you’re curious. However, this is too abrupt, and my wife isn’t ready. Not now. Please."

"I’m not in a rush." Keeping his cool, Atlas slowly turned his eyes to Penny. "Let’s talk about it later. Just the two of us."

Penny peeked at him and let out a short laugh, but then, the light in her eyes dimmed. She passed out before she even realized it. Fortunately, Zoren was holding her, preventing her from hitting her head.

"She’s gonna wake up again," Hugo murmured. "Slater, you should ask the cabin crew for a sedative or something."

"Why?" Slater, still unfamiliar with Penny’s drunk persona, frowned. "Wait. Is it really true? That Penny has some kind of alter ego when she’s drunk?" _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

"Just do what he says," Atlas replied, his gaze never leaving his sister. "It’s better to be prepared, so she doesn’t hurt anyone—or herself."

Slater’s forehead creased with doubt, but since both of his brothers insisted, he sighed and walked toward Atlas’s seat to make the request. Meanwhile, Zoren carefully adjusted Penny, letting her lean against him.

"Penny trained herself so that even if she accidentally got drunk, she wouldn’t lose control," Zoren explained. "I don’t think the sedative is necessary. She’s tamed that part of herself... though still unpredictable. But then again, she’s always been unpredictable, hasn’t she?"

A small smirk played on his lips as he met Atlas’s gaze. "First Brother, I’m not in a place to tell you what I know. However, I do have one question for you. Is knowing what happened in the first life truly important to you?"

"It is."

Atlas paused, his eyes lingering on Penny’s unconscious face. The memory of the night before resurfaced in his head—Slater, devastated, pleading for forgiveness. He needed to know why. What had Slater done to make him so remorseful? What had his little sister endured while the rest of them remained ignorant?

"I need to know..." he whispered. "Otherwise, how can I apologize if I don’t even understand what I should be sorry for?"

Zoren was tempted to say, ’I don’t think you’ll believe an apology is enough,’ but he held his tongue. He glanced down at Penny, exhaling a shallow breath.