Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1706

Chapter 1706: I would love you to watch everything

It was funny how Zoren was getting a lot of answers while investigating Penny’s case. Answers not just about her or the case, but also answers he didn’t know he needed.

Because aside from getting a clearer picture of Penny’s ongoing trial, Zoren finally understood why his mother had treated him like dirt. It was finally clear to him why Naylani would wish for him to die.

"Why did you turn quiet? Are you scared that I’d do the same thing you asked me to do to others... to your son?"

He watched Naylani’s burning expression pale as her eyes dilated even more.

Finally, Zoren squatted down in front of her. He rested his arms on his legs, staring her dead in the eye.

"What?" he asked under his breath, his eyes studying her without even blinking. "You look scared when you were so energetic in landing a hit on me."

He cocked his head lazily to the side. "You don’t want to see it? I’ve slit someone’s throat because of you. Have you forgotten? Do you think I won’t do it?"

"..." Naylani opened and closed her mouth as her shoulders tensed up.

Seeing her shift in reaction, Zoren was almost amazed by how the mood quickly shifted. One moment, she was shouting and cursing at him. And now, she was panicking quietly, as if she were trying to think of a way to get out of this.

Zoren’s eyes drooped as he took a shallow breath. "Naylani... or should I call you by your real name?"

This time, she froze completely. Her shaky eyes didn’t dart anywhere else, just at Zoren.

"What?" she blurted out under her breath.

"Huh," Zoren smirked, chuckling as he ran his fingers through his sleek hair. "Damn..."

Naylani gulped as his laughter echoed. After a second, she crawled toward him and grabbed his arm.

"Renren, what are you talking about, hmm?" she hummed with panic, and unlike her previous tone, it sounded more persuasive. "Why are you talking nonsense again? Didn’t you drink your medicine?"

Zoren glanced at the trembling hand on his arm before meeting her shaky eyes. Naylani forced a twitchy smile, her brows rising in an attempt to look more innocent—very different from how she was one second ago.

"Do you think this will work?" he asked, his voice quiet but unforgiving. "That this... didn’t change anything?"

"Renren—"

"Get your hands off me."

Naylani didn’t listen, clasping his arm tightly. "No, no, Renren. Listen to Mom, hmm? It’s not like that. I was just upset because you locked me in here! That old hag—it’s your grandmother’s fault! She was just twisting the narrative and saying I tried to harm her when I didn’t!"

"Renren, Mom is wrong, okay? I am wrong!" She slapped her chest as she nodded at him. "It’s Mom’s fault, so don’t get angry anymore, hmm? Mom is not well, so Mom—"