Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1360

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Chapter 1360: Last mercy

[SKYLINE PLAZA: Finn’s]

Finn sat alone in the study room of his home in utter silence, his eyes blank, deep in thought.

Bzt... Bzt...

The vibration of his phone against the desk snapped him from his trance. Glancing down, he slowly picked it up. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw Nina’s name on the screen.

"Hey." His voice was gentle, affectionate. "How are you?"

Nina chuckled. "You’re asking like we didn’t just see each other not long ago."

"Well, it feels like I’ve been waiting the whole day."

"I just got to the office," she pouted, giggling as she slowed her steps in the building. "I’ll call you on my lunch break. No client meetings today—I’m finalizing the design and submitting it to my boss."

"Mhm."

"Are you going to be alright?"

"Of course." He nodded. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Well." Nina stopped at the side of the office lobby, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You seemed a little distracted last night after dinner with your family. I know you said it’s not a big deal and that they’re just upset about the family meeting, but... I’m still a bit worried."

Finn smiled subtly. Just why couldn’t he stay with her 24/7?

"I’m fine, Nina," he reassured her. "But I’ll be even better once you come home."

"I’ll finish early and come straight back," she hummed. "Then we’ll have plenty of time together."

"Mhm."

"Anyway, I’m already here. So, see you later?"

"See you later," he whispered, but before she could end the call, he added, "Nina."

"Yes?"

Finn hesitated before saying, "You’ll come back, okay?"

"Where else would I go?" she quipped, used to his constant farewell. "Bye-bye."

Then, the call ended.

Finn’s smile remained for a moment, but as he put his phone down, it slowly faded. He gazed at the screen, emotions swirling in his chest, his jaw tightening. A shallow breath slipped past his lips before he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Silence returned to the room before Finn made his next move.

Picking up his phone again, his thumb hovered over Cassandra’s contact. Hesitation flickered in his eyes before he tapped the call button, pressing the phone to his ear.

Ring... ring... ring...

The call rang endlessly, but he waited.

Then, at last, she answered.

"Finn," Cassandra greeted, her voice as soothing as ever. "How are you?"

"Fine," Finn exhaled, swallowing the tension in his throat. But before he could say more, Cassandra spoke again.

"Finn, about last time... I’m sorry," she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. "I don’t know what got into me that night. It must’ve been the alcohol. That was embarrassing and pathetic—I’m sorry."