Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1631

Chapter 1631: Don’t embarrass yourself further, nephew.

[Short Flashback]

"Why?"

Jonathan paused mid-sip of his wine, lifting his gaze to the woman seated across the dining table.

A glamorous woman tilted her head, cupping her face as she leaned forward. Her eyes swirled with curiosity, glancing up at him.

"Why do you hate your... uncle?" she asked, her voice laced with deep intrigue.

Jonathan smirked and chuckled, setting the wineglass down. "What makes you think I hate my uncle?"

"You don’t?"

"I don’t like him, but that doesn’t mean I hate him," Jonathan shrugged, chuckling. "He’s... you could say, the biggest antagonist of my life. But he’s also the reason the two of us are here. If not for him, I don’t think you’d have anyone eating this dinner with you — or drinking such an exquisite wine."

He didn’t even think she would ever get to taste this kind of wine in her life.

"Then I will not dislike him!" the woman declared. "As long as he treats you well."

Jonathan snorted, making the woman furrow her brows.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It’s nothing." He waved a hand. "Let’s just not talk about him, okay? I want to finish this meal, and talking about other people ruins my appetite."

"Okay..." The woman hummed, tucking a portion of her hair behind her ear. She pouted a little and sighed.

"Anyway, I heard not long ago that... you were actually married?" she asked, frowning. "You told me I was the only one."

Jonathan chuckled. "Come on. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You already knew I was married the night we met, but you still willingly spent the night with me."

"Babe..." the woman pouted as he mildly pinched her cheek. "Ouch. This is not fair."

"This world never promised fairness, babe, but on a side note, that’s actually your charm," he chuckled. "Don’t worry about my wife. She’s going to be fine on her own."

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[PRESENT TIME]

It was true that Jonathan never truly hated Zoren.

Not when, in his eyes, Zoren was nothing more than a pitiful child clinging to anything he could hold on to just to feel in control. The only time Jonathan had felt true hatred was when he was thrown into prison—dragged down by Zoren in a scandal that involved the entire Pierson Corporation.

Back then, Zoren had tossed everyone—family members, higher-ups, even small-time employees—into the fire with him.

Still, Jonathan hadn’t lived long enough for that hatred to root itself deeply in his bones. So, no, he couldn’t say he hated Zoren to the core. He understood that, for now, he needed the man to stay alive.

"I am very sorry, Zoren Pierson. But I can’t let you walk to your death. Not yet. Not when you owe me an entire lifetime to live."