Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1210

Chapter 1210: A thousand times wouldn’t be enough.

"It’s just like that time. When others make a mistake, you try to fix it. You were lenient with them, only giving warnings. But I made one—just one—and that was helping you. Yet, I didn’t get the same leniency you had for others. If anything, what I got was a devastating punishment."

A thick silence settled in the cockpit as neither spoke after Penny’s remark. Atlas kept his eyes on the back of her head, watching as she pressed another button so casually.

"You want the truth—the full story. Why?" Penny glanced over her shoulder. "Can you even handle a fraction of it, Atlas?"

"I can handle anything."

"Anything, huh?" She rocked her head, laughing to herself. "Well, you’re Atlas Bennet. I suppose you would say that."

"Penny, if you don’t want to talk about it—"

"If I could make a wish right now, it would be for you to remember everything instead of Slater," she cut him off. "I hate you all equally, but I could be more lenient with our third brother. Why? Because, unlike you, he didn’t come to prison just to make sure I knew I had screwed up. Big time."

"What does that mean?"

Penny smirked and looked back at him. "Exactly what it sounds like."

"I didn’t do it. I’m innocent. Please believe me," she recited monotonously. "Those were the words I repeated over and over, screaming to the world until my throat bled. But no one listened. Not you. Not Slater. No one."

"From what I heard, someone did listen and believed me. The problem was, he wasn’t the person I wanted to believe me at that time. Not a stranger, because it only shows just how screwed my life was."

She let out a short, bitter laugh before continuing. "The only person I was hoping would believe I didn’t commit such crimes was you." Her smile twisted into something sharp and mocking. "But... what did you tell me? ’It’s your fault. The court has decided. You admitted to your crimes. Why are you still lying? I knew it. You’re jealous. I’ve always known you were bad news, and I was right.’"

Penny recited the words effortlessly, as if they had been carved into her memory. A conversation she wished had never happened. But alas, it felt like it just happened a day ago.