Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Since when did I get married?

"Penny!"

Penny jolted in surprise as she sat in front of the vanity, turning her head toward the door. Her face twisted when her eyes landed on Slater, fuming in the doorway.

"Wha—what?!" she raised her voice defensively. "I didn’t eat the chocolates in the fridge! Just—just one!"

Slater’s face turned even redder. "You didn’t just take my car; you also ate my chocolates?!"

"What?! I didn’t eat the chocolates! I borrowed them, just like your car!"

"Can you give my chocolates back?!"

"Why are you so mean to me again?!" Penny dramatically exclaimed, her voice echoing through the mansion. "You told me before I don’t need to ask for permission anymore!"

"That’s it! You’re dead today!"

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Meanwhile, everyone else was already in the dining room for breakfast. Atlas ate peacefully as if he couldn’t hear the escalating chaos from upstairs. Hugo, on the other hand, glanced worriedly at the entrance.

As for Allison and Charles, they tried to ignore it. Allison couldn’t help but smile, but the more Charles heard his children’s banter, the more the veins in his forehead protruded.

"Third—Slater! Now you’ve done it!" Penny’s voice echoed.

Haines chuckled while enjoying his coffee, shaking his head. "What a nice morning."

"It’s been a while since our house was this lively," Allison chuckled. "Charles, it’s alright. Don’t worry about Penny."

"That brat... how dare he raise his voice at my princess?" Charles ground his teeth and glared at the entrance. "Slater Bennet! Leave your sister alone!"

"Charles, let them be. They’re adults. I’m sure they’ll eventually talk it out peacefully..." Allison trailed off when she heard Slater squealing like a pig being slaughtered.

"I’m worried," Hugo said, gazing at the entrance. "Slater might die. I’m going to check on them."

With that, Hugo pushed himself up and sauntered out of the dining room. Everyone except Atlas followed Hugo’s figure with their gaze.

"That’s it!" Charles tossed his napkin on the table. "Penny just arrived, and he’s already making her want to leave."

After saying that, Charles also rose from his seat to give Slater a piece of his mind. Allison automatically followed her husband out of concern.

The only ones left behind were Atlas and Haines.

"Uncle, aren’t you going to check?" Atlas asked out of pure curiosity.

Haines laughed. "I’ve got a bad knee, and I don’t want to go up and down the stairs. But I know Slater will live if he’s still screaming like that."

"I see. Anyway, has Penny told you about her plan?"

"It’s not a bad idea." Haines shrugged. "If you approved it, then I see no problem with it. Did you tell your father?"

"Yes." Atlas nodded before glancing under the table. "Your leg—what happened to it?"

"I told you," Haines smiled. "It’s a bad bone."

"I see." Atlas nodded again and didn’t press further.

Haines maintained a smile at Charles’s eldest, knowing that Atlas never truly bought that excuse. However, Haines found it unnecessary to disclose more to Atlas for now, considering Atlas was still under pressure from the elders.

"Atlas," Haines called, waiting for his nephew to look at him. "Your father might’ve said it many times, but don’t bend to the elders. Just treat it as their way of showing affection."

"Second Brother! It’s her fault!" Slater harrumphed. "She not only used my car but also left a dent in it!" _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}