Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661: speck of dust

Getting disliked was something Nathaniel was so used to. Even his own parents disliked him to the point of abandoning him at a young age. Growing up, it was the same for the people around him. They disliked him for no reason, bullied him, and took advantage of him.

So would anyone blame Nathaniel if he ended up as someone who didn’t care about other people? Would anyone blame him if he lived for himself and only for himself alone?

"That — that’s it?" he blurted out in disbelief, almost laughing to himself at her ridiculous reasoning. "You want me dead because you dislike me?"

"If that isn’t clear, then it’s because I find you an eyesore." Penny shrugged apathetically. "Don’t tell me you don’t know that already? You scheme against people and then act like a victim. Instead of trying to save yourself, you simply cry and throw tantrums."

Penny slowly leaned forward and arched a brow. "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? It’s pathetic."

"..." Nathaniel slowly cast his wide eyes down, balling his hands on the surface of the table. His shoulders tensed, trembling mildly as he let out his frustration with a light scoff. "What do you know?"

"I know enough to see how pathetic you are."

He ground his teeth, glaring at her. "Hah! You’re... you’re ridiculous!"

"Is that a surprise?"

"Hah!"

"Wait." The corner of Penny’s mouth hooked up as she looked at him with amusement. "Don’t tell me... you don’t know how pathetic you are? Did you actually believe you are worth more than what you think you are?"

Nathaniel slammed his hands on the table, rising to his feet. His heart raced, making his breathing heavy. He fixed his eyes on her, balling his hands into tight fists.

"Miss Penelope, is this why you asked me to join you for dinner?" he scoffed. "If so, then thank you for the invitation. I appreciate that you asked the kitchen to make all my favorite dishes, but I have to decline."

He took a deep breath and sneered at her. "If killing me is what you want, then do it. Or are you too afraid to get your hands dirty, resorting to insulting me and my entire existence instead? Which one of us is more pathetic?"

Having said his piece, Nathaniel huffed and turned to leave. He would rather dig the entire night than sit at this dining table while she criticized him for her own entertainment. At the end of the day, Nathaniel was here because of Zoren, not because of Penny.

"That’s a lot of nerve from you, you know that?" Penny mused as she watched him walk away. "To believe you’re worth more than anything when, in fact, we are all just as small as a speck of dust in this world."

This time, Nathaniel paused and slowly looked back at her.

"I’m not scared of dirtying my hands, Nathaniel," she continued in a knowing tone. "If I want you dead, you’re dead. I would kill you myself if I wanted to, but here you are, still alive. Aren’t you taking life for granted?"

"Taking life for granted?" he laughed. "So, not staying in a place where I am not needed and where I am being openly insulted is not taking life for granted?"