Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1522

Chapter 1522: Terrible pair

Jonathan could only seethe in anger while Penny secretly giggled at him. Surely, she was a witch — one who, instead of stopping her husband, acted like a damsel in distress.

She only had a few scratches!

Why did Zoren have to punch him?

Even so, with the help of the nurses, Jonathan was assisted back to another bed, far away from the couple. They barely intervened, knowing exactly who had incited the brief confrontation. And their best solution was to separate him from Zoren as if Jonathan was the one who instigated it.

That terrible pair... he mentally grumbled, watching as Zoren wheeled his wife out.

But before the two left, they paused and turned to him. Jonathan clenched his teeth and openly glared at them, resisting the urge to flip them off.

"Those two are a match made in hell," he hissed aloud, watching until they disappeared from view.

The punch had made his jaw swell a little — an indication of Zoren’s recovery. Otherwise, the man wouldn’t have been able to hit him that hard. Not anymore.

"I think a tooth is loose now," he winced, touching the side of his stinging cheek. "Damn them."

But at the end of the day, no matter how much he hated it, Zoren had a point.

No matter how people twisted the truth, one fact remained unchanged:

Penny saved him.

She might not deserve the credit, but in a way... she did. If she hadn’t been there, Jonathan would’ve died the moment the rider opened fire. It caught him off guard. And if not for Penny’s bodyguards, the job would’ve been finished.

"Did he think I wasn’t planning on fixing this?" he grumbled, thinking back to Zoren’s warning.

Ever since Jonathan claimed to be Enzo’s bastard, Zoren had accepted him. While there were moments when Zoren clearly meddled in his affairs, for the most part, he had allowed Jonathan to operate freely.

But Jonathan knew better than to assume Zoren wasn’t paying attention.

Some might think Zoren was neglecting him, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything, Jonathan was certain the man was simply waiting—watching—for the right moment to strike.

Having lived two lifetimes now, Jonathan had learned enough to know that much about Zoren.

They already know about my involvement with the orphanage, he thought. But I’m sure they don’t know about them. Not yet.

He nodded to himself, urgency gripping his heart.

I need to find out who did it first, because that guy won’t sit still until he gets the answer.

"Mr. Pierson?" A nurse approached his bed. "You’re ready to be discharged. Do you have anyone to help you with the paperwork?"

"I’ll handle it."

"Alright. I’ll bring the forms here."

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Moments later...