Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Understood

[Short Flashback: Maximum Prison]

Penny lay flat on the upper bunk bed. Her body and the ceiling were only an arm’s length away from her, making her pick up the habit of stretching an arm. She planted her hand on the ceiling, her chapped and bruised lips curling up.

Despite the darkness in the cell, she could see everything perfectly. Perhaps it was because this had been her life for the past months.

"Hey," she called quietly, but with the small cell, her voice still echoed. She winced a bit as the cut on the side of her eyes ached. "Didn’t you kill your family?"

Her question was intended for the person lying on the lower bunk bed. Grace didn’t answer and kept her eyes closed, but she heard her question.

"Do you regret it?" asked Penny and for a moment, Grace smirked.

"Regret?" Grace scoffed as she slowly reopened her eyes. "Not even a second."

Penny chuckled weakly. "Why?"

"That motherfucker is better off dead."

These were the type of people Penny had to blend in everyday. They said they lock people up and hope they would change or repent. But alas, it wasn’t like that at all. Many in this prison had been coming in and out of this place. The majority were monsters hiding underneath human skin. Although there were some kind people and innocent ones, this place would teach any soul to fight for survival.

"How about you?" Grace returned after a moment. "Do you regret taking the hit for someone else’s crimes?"

"They did no such thing."

Grace snorted. "Really, huh?"

"Why, Grace?" Penny touched her fresh bruise from earlier’s fight. "How can you kill and not feel remorse for it?"

"Hah. Back to me again, huh?" Grace ran her tongue across her inner cheeks. "That’s what happens when you know even the justice system can’t protect you." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

"But he is your family."

"No." She shook her head. "He was never a family to me."

Penny’s brows rose, her eyes sliding to the corner. She couldn’t see Grace from the upper bunk bed and she had no energy to roll and see the face her cellmate was making. However, just by Grace’s tone alone, she knew the first crime Grace committed was something she had never regretted.

"Why are you asking?" asked Grace out of pure curiosity. "Planning to kill someone and wants to know if you can do it?"

Penny didn’t answer and closed her eyes. "Those bitches are gonna get it tomorrow."

"Heh. You’ll be back in the hole."

"And I’ll keep coming back to the hole until my anger is quenched." Penny slipped her arm underneath her head. "They better digest their breakfast quick enough or they’d end up throwing it up."

"You’re crazy," Grace chuckled while shaking her head. "I’ll be here if you need help."

"No need. I like the hole better without you in it."

[PRESENT TIME]