Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604: Relieving the nightmare

Earlier today...

"Penelope, where are you?" asked the doctor, his eyes on Penny, who was reclining in her seat with her eyes closed. "Penny, can you hear me?"

Penny didn’t answer for a full minute until she whispered, "Yes."

"Where are you now?"

"Here."

"Where is it?"

"..." Penny paused, her eyes flickering beneath her eyelids. "Cemetery."

"What are you doing there, Penelope?"

"Standing."

The doctor tilted his head slightly as he carefully asked, "Can you try to look around your surroundings?"

Penny didn’t answer, but in the memory she was in, she was looking around. After a brief pause, the doctor asked,

"What can you see?"

"Mom."

"What’s your mom doing?"

"Crying." The lines between Penny’s brows deepened.

"What else is there, Penelope?"

Penny’s face crumpled as her lips started trembling. "Mom... is crying because Dad’s dead. Mom... stop crying now. It’s okay."

Tears slowly pooled beneath her eyelids as her voice began to break. The doctor went quiet, observing Penny without interrupting her.

"Mom... First Brother... Mom is..." she trailed off, her breath hitching as tears started to roll down her temples. "No, no. She’s going to faint. Mom, don’t cry now — don’t —"

An abrupt silence followed Penny’s sudden pause, making the doctor furrow his brows. He looked at her, observing the expression on her face.

"Penelope?" the doctor called cautiously. "Penelope, are you still there?"

"Uh."

"What’s going on, Penelope? What happened to Mom?"

"She fainted." Her answer was short and precise. "And everyone is panicking."

"And what were you doing?"

"Standing still."

"Won’t you help Mom?"

"No."

"Why?"

The doctor patiently waited for her response, but all he got was Penny slowly raising a finger. She pointed at the ceiling, her eyes still shut.

"That."

"Yes?"

"Someone... is standing over there," she murmured. "She’s looking at us, watching us... she was smiling."

"Who is she, Penelope?"

"She was smiling."

"Penelope?"

"Over there, behind the tree, she’s smiling," Penny repeated. "I’m scared."

"Penelope, do you recognize her?"

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line in the memory of her father’s funeral, staring at the figure standing behind the tree in the distance. She could still hear the doctor’s voice, but she was more focused on the woman’s face behind the laced veil that covered the upper part of her face.

"She’s going to leave," Penny continued under her breath, her eyes following the woman’s figure. "Don’t go... don’t go. You can’t smile like that..."

Yet, in the memory, Penny stood motionless in the same spot while watching the woman’s figure. She saw her enter the black sedan, catching sight of another person inside.

"He’s young," she whispered. "The one waiting for her in the car. He’s young."

"Who is he now?"