Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Please help him

"Sometimes, to find the light, you have to go through the deepest darkness."

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"Tch!" Benjamin clicked his tongue in irritation, stomping his way back to the mansion.

When he was inside, he grabbed his things to go home. But just as he did, he felt his phone vibrate and ring. Checking who it was, his lips curved down even more.

It was Patricia.

[From: Miss Patricia Miller,

Good evening, Mr. Vitt! I’m so happy to hear that! I am available any day, and I can meet Renren whenever he is free.]

"Tch," he snorted and rolled his eyes, not bothering to reply to her. He already did what he was told to do, and thus, he could do this once he rearranged his muddled thoughts. But even so, since she responded, Benjamin had to inform Zoren about it—regardless of how reluctant he was.

With that thought in mind, Benjamin went up the stairs to inform Zoren and also to bid him farewell. Benjamin wouldn’t normally bid his boss farewell. After all, Zoren was already resigned to his bed, and he might be resting. Even so, Zoren told him to give him the update. Benjamin would rather get this done and over with.

"Sir?" Benjamin knocked on the master’s bedroom door. "Sir, I received a response from Miss Miller."

Benjamin knocked three more times before deep lines appeared between his brows. "Sir?" he called once more, this time louder. "Sir, is everything alright?"

Still, nothing.

He knocked two more times and waited patiently, staring at the door, weighing his options.

Normally, Zoren would respond, or sometimes, he would answer Benjamin through a message or a call. But Zoren was doing neither of those.

"Sir?" Benjamin’s heart thudded nervously, his eyes brimming with worry. "Sir, please answer me, or I will have to come in!"

When another minute had passed and Benjamin heard no sound from inside, he reached out for the knob. Zoren never locked his door. Hence, Benjamin quickly got in.

The second he opened the door, his eyes searched the wide room. There was no sight of his boss. This triggered an adrenaline rush in Benjamin, prompting him to rush inside and search for his boss.

"Sir!" It didn’t take long for him to find his boss as his steps skidded when he reached the open bathroom.

Benjamin’s breath hitched, his eyes wide.

There, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, his arms on his bent knees, was Zoren. He had his head cocked back, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Blood dripped on the floor from his knuckles, and his arm, and his entire body were breaking out in sweat.

Benjamin froze for a moment, scanning the bathroom. The window was shattered as if someone punched it with all their might. Pieces of glass were scattered on the sink and onto the floor. All the frustrations Benjamin felt moments ago disappeared without a trace, replaced with worry and concern.

"Sir!" he yelled, rushing inside. He paused for a second as he caught more smeared blood around before he squatted beside Zoren. "Sir, what’s going on?!"

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