Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1707

Chapter 1707: Send Atlas Bennet a tip about the case.

The room was dark, with only the light from the moon shining through the ajar balcony door.

Zoren lay on the bed, one leg out of the mattress and on the carpet floor. His other foot was on the mattress, his knee bent. He rested his arm over his eyes, his necktie loose with a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

Shifting his arm slightly to reveal one of his eyes, he raised his other hand. In it, he clipped a small mug shot photo of Penny. He stared at it darkly, his expression unreadable.

"Should I... feel sad about this?" his quiet yet cold voice escaped. "Because I don’t know what to feel."

"What did you feel about it?" he added, already aware of Penny’s backstory at this point.

One way or another, Zoren couldn’t help but acknowledge the similarity of their lives. Just like him, who was not wanted by the woman he thought was his mother, Penny was the same.

She was the real daughter, but none of her family members ever treated her as one. She was a stranger in her own family.

Yet, the reason she was behind bars was because she confessed to save her brother. Although further investigation would still point at her, her action only showed how foolish she was.

But who was he to judge?

Zoren was worse.

He had also spent his entire life pleasing his mother, trying to make her happy. Even when he finally had enough and locked her in an asylum—after her attempt at hurting Old Mrs. Pierson—there was this lingering longing in a child for a mother.

And when he thought he had finally numbed himself to it, he was wrong.

Because if he was numb, he wouldn’t feel this heaviness. A crippling weight that kept him on this bed, where he couldn’t even fall asleep.

He had done so much that he couldn’t even consider himself human anymore. No human could do such cruelty all for power. A power his mother kept telling him to protect, only to find out it was actually a power he was gathering for himself, so she could give it to her real son—Jonathan Pierson.

A child she had even before becoming Naylani Pierson.

And no, he didn’t mean that she conceived Jonathan before she met Enzo Pierson, nor had Jonathan before Zoren was born.

Jonathan was conceived when Zoren was already born.

Zoren kept his eyes on Penny’s mug shot, holding it over his face. "If I get you out... would you go out on a date with me?"

The idea was crazy.

It wasn’t like he developed feelings just because he was getting so deep into her case.

But... from one unwanted child to another, their trauma bonding would be interesting. He understood her, and perhaps, she would be the only person who would understand him. They would talk about the foolish things they did for the undeserving, laugh about it, and just... maybe, just maybe, they could look at each other and see their own reflections in each other’s eyes—not mirrored by what others saw in them.

"Hah..." A quiet laugh escaped him, putting the photo down to his side.