Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: I should’ve killed them today!

The demonic little orc James and Slater witnessed changed back to a caring little piglet. They watched her pick up her nunchaku and slump on the floor, putting it back in her purple backpack before taking out a small medicine container.

"Did that kid cement your butt in the cubicle?" Penny asked as she looked up at the open cubicle again. "You two come out here."

Slater and James instinctively crawled their way to her, afraid they’d get beaten up too. Sitting in front of her, they couldn’t help but check what else did she had in her backpack.

"Here." Penny tossed an ice pack on James and then on Slater. "You know where to use that, right?"

"Uh..." James gazed down at the ice pack and quickly pressed it on his upper arm. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

When she snapped her eyes back to Slater, she crooked her finger at him. "Take off your clothes and come closer."

"What?" Slater froze, only to see her expression die. "O — okay. I will... take... off... my..."

He reluctantly unbuttoned his uniform, having this newfound fear of his little sister. Slater didn’t even think of the bruises he was hiding until her eyes fell on his top.

"Ah." He instinctively covered his front with his arm and shirt. "Penny, this is..."

"That little jerk..." Penny hissed, causing him to trail off. "I should’ve killed them today!"

James froze, knowing he was one of the people she was talking about. Yet, he kept quiet and pretended he didn’t exist.

Seeing her reaction, Slater relaxed a little and slowly lowered his guard.

"I’m okay now," he said in a mild voice, offering Penny a subtle smile. "They don’t hurt anymore."

"Tch." Penny clicked her tongue and carried her first aid kit, sitting closer to him. "Hold his ice pack while I clean some cuts and burns on your body. This is gonna hurt, but don’t you dare scream like a little girl or I’ll slap you."

Slater gulped nervously as he turned his back, letting her clean his wound. He hissed through his gritted teeth when she poured alcohol on his back. Beads of sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, but when she started dabbing it with some cotton, it didn’t hurt just like what he expected.

Penny’s hands were chubby but small, but they were also gentle as if she had done this many times. Hence, despite the stinging pain in his skin and body, Slater felt warm and safe inside.

As she quietly cleaned his wounds, Slater hung his head low.

’I kept picking on her since the day she came to our house, calling her names, pulling pranks on her, and even accusing her of eating my chocolates,’ he thought, overwhelmed with remorse. ’Yet, she still came looking for me to stand up for me.’

Although grateful, Slater felt more guilty for how he treated her. He realized he had judged Penny even before they met and didn’t give her a chance.

’After everything I’ve done to her... I don’t even deserve her forgiveness or a chance to be a big brother.’

"Done!" Penny announced and hurried away from his back. She then took out a wound dressing and skillfully wrapped it around his body after saying, "Hold your arms up."