Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1521

Chapter 1521: Fix this problem

"Come on... don’t die like that. You can kill him now. I’m not in the car anymore."

Penny, seated lazily in the open backseat of a car, muttered to the body lying motionless on the ground.

It was the rider—the one who had tried to shoot Jonathan—only to end up run over by Penny’s bodyguards. If Mark had been even a second late, Jonathan would’ve been dead. And given how their car was moving, his death might’ve taken Penny with him in an inevitable crash.

"Come on..." she mused again, offering a smile to the first responders as they cleaned her minor wounds. "Thank you."

One of them smiled back and nodded. "You’ll still need to get checked at the hospital, just to be safe."

"Mhm." Penny hummed, watching the responder leave with her kit. Her gaze drifted past her, landing on Jonathan, who was being tended to a few feet away.

Unlike her little scratches and the bruising on her leg, Jonathan had taken the brunt of it. The window had shattered on his side, glass slicing into his skin. Most of the cuts were shallow, but one nasty wound on his knuckles needed stitches—likely from something he’d hit during the short but intense road incident.

Jonathan was already staring back at her, face sour.

"That wretched witch..." he muttered under his breath—only to realize someone was still cleaning his wounds. The medic gave him an awkward smile but said nothing.

After all, Penny’s snide comment had been loud enough for everyone to hear, as if her words could miraculously resurrect the rider to finish the job. Jonathan, meanwhile, just used the moment to glare daggers in her direction.

To anyone who didn’t know them, one question naturally came to mind:

Why were they even together?

"Miss Penny." Mark approached, standing beside the open car door. "I’ve already informed the master. I’ll be taking you to the hospital now."

Penny looked up at him and blinked. After a second, she raised a finger and pointed.

"Make sure to drag that guy with us."

Slowly, Mark turned his gaze in the direction she pointed, landing on Jonathan.

"Yes," he said with a low bow. "I’ll return after finishing the police report."

"Mhm."

With that, Mark excused himself. Police had already blocked off this stretch of highway, and medics swarmed the scene. Luckily, aside from Penny and Jonathan’s relatively minor injuries, only the rider had died... and one of Penny’s escort cars now had a wrecked bumper.

While Mark handled the officers, Penny and Jonathan—now separated—found themselves staring in the same direction.

The body on the ground. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

Neither said a word. The blood pooling beneath the corpse, the twisted limbs, the shattered helmet, and the scattered bits of flesh didn’t seem to faze them.

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line, hugging herself in the blanket someone had wrapped around her.

"Just now..." she whispered, "... he really was going to put a hole in his head."

Her eyes slid back to Jonathan. He hadn’t moved, still staring at the corpse, his gaze unfocused.

I guess he didn’t see that coming either.

Jonathan’s mind raced.

He had almost died — there was no doubt.

If Penny’s people hadn’t intervened, he wouldn’t be here right now. But why? Who wanted him dead?

As ironic as it was, there were plenty of people who might want him gone, given everything he was involved in. But this? This was too soon. Too sudden. Too bold.

Who was it?

Which one?

Was it... her?

But why? His brows furrowed. We’re allies now—but that doesn’t mean forever. Still... I don’t think she’d cut me off this early.

Some time later...