Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1705

Chapter 1705: Mother and son

Did Zoren ever regret getting into Penny’s case?

It was a question he never got to ask, because when he began reading those case files, he moved on to get as much information about her.

Initially, it was his only way to raise a middle finger to the world that was trying to tell him he was wrong. That what he believed did not matter. It was all because of ego, pride, and boredom, with a sprinkle of getting justice for the man he considered one of his people.

That was all there was—nothing more, nothing less.

But every answer he got would leave another, bigger question. Every file he read just looked a little more ridiculous than the last. And every single day, it led him down a darker path—a descent.

Because the more he knew, the more he realized this case was not just Penny’s. Rather, this case actually had something to do with him—the Pierson Family.

And this was something he never thought he would uncover when he started this obsession.

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SLAP!

Zoren’s face was turned to the side, his cheek burning from the resounding slap that echoed.

"Ungrateful bastard. How dare you show your face to me, huh?" A woman’s sharp voice rang in the room, snickering at him. "I’ve always known this would happen. I should’ve killed you even before you were born."

Zoren glanced up at Mark, who took a step toward him. He raised a hand, stopping his lead security.

"Leave us alone, Mark," he ordered.

Reluctance shone in Mark’s eyes, clearly not pleased by this. However, he didn’t protest and quietly left the private ward of the asylum.

Once Mark closed the door, Zoren slowly turned his head to the woman standing before him.

There, standing a step before him, was Naylani Pierson.

She glared at him as if she weren’t looking at her own son. Her eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

"You!" she breathed out heavily, raising her throbbing hand to strike him again. "I should’ve disciplined you even more, instead of letting that old hag coddle you—"

Before her hand could strike him, Zoren grabbed her arm to stop her midway. Naylani clenched her teeth and tried pushing her hand, but to no avail.

Zoren didn’t budge, his grip on her arm tightening. Meeting his mother’s eyes, he spoke under his breath:

"Madam, you’ve struck me once. And once is the only time I can tolerate."

"Hah!" Naylani scoffed, her eyes burning. "Once? How dare you—Zoren, you are JUST my son. You don’t get to talk to your mother like that. Let me go! I’m not done yet!"