Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1620

Chapter 1620: Horrible is an understatement

[PIERSON CORPORATION]

Benjamin sat restlessly in his seat, sighing for the umpteenth time. His eyes flicked constantly to his phone, and he clicked his tongue in irritation.

Even when he managed to distract himself, the silent standoff between him and Mint gnawed at him.

"She still hasn’t reached out, even though she’s getting discharged today," he muttered, clicking his tongue again. Then again, he had blocked her number. Though he occasionally unblocked her throughout the day, she still hadn’t tried to contact him.

"Not even an apology," he grumbled. "Does she seriously think I don’t even deserve a half-hearted sorry?"

His frown deepened.

Benjamin was still angry with his cousin, of course. But even though he often blew up, his anger usually burned out just as fast.

He clicked his tongue once more and shook his head, reaching for his phone. Just then, he noticed the CEO’s office door open from the inside.

Benjamin stood up quickly, spotting Finn walking out.

"Sir Finn," he called, hurrying over and blocking Finn’s path. "Is my boss in a good mood?"

Finn paused, thinking about it. "I’m not... really sure."

"Huh?"

"Why don’t you check?" Finn offered a faint smile. "A part of me thinks he shouldn’t be fine, but somehow, he seems okay. Which honestly just makes me a little upset."

With that, Finn stepped aside and walked away.

Benjamin furrowed his brows, watching him go.

"What does that even mean?" he muttered, glancing toward the CEO’s office. He lingered in front of the door, hesitating.

"Just today," he whispered to himself, scratching the back of his head. "If he lets me go, I’ll go. If not—well, it’s not like that woman deserves it, anyway."

He convinced himself to accept whatever response he got. Either way, it’d be a good excuse not to show up for Mint’s discharge.

Knock knock.

Benjamin knocked twice—loud enough to be heard, but not too forceful. As expected, Zoren didn’t respond. Only a few people ever knocked on this door, and most of the time, it was Benjamin. Atlas never knocked.

He slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

"Sir?" he called, quickly spotting Zoren seated in an armchair.

Benjamin’s brows furrowed. Zoren was usually behind his desk, especially if Finn had just left. But today, he just sat there, deep in thought.

"Sir?" Benjamin repeated, stepping inside cautiously.

Still no response.

He stopped a few paces away from Zoren’s seat. "Sir, uh... the hospital called. They said Mint is being discharged today. Can I take a half-day off?"

Zoren remained silent, still staring across the room.

Perplexed, Benjamin followed his gaze to the wall—but there was nothing there.

"Sir—"

"Do what you want, Benjamin."

After a long silence, Zoren finally spoke.

He lifted his eyes to meet Benjamin’s with a stern look. "Go."

"If they could beat up a child, what gives me the guarantee they wouldn’t harm Nina?"