Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: Jealousy

[Old Pierson Residence]

"Grandma, is this you when you were a kid?" Slater asked, seated on the floor near Old Mrs. Pierson’s leg while she kept a photo album on her lap. "Wow! How come you didn’t become a supermodel back then?! I’m sure you’d easily pass!"

Old Mrs. Pierson laughed out loud, ruffling his hair. "Oh, you. You really know how to flatter Grandma."

"Hehe."

Slater had been visiting Old Mrs. Pierson more frequently than any other members of the Pierson family. Back then, Zoren would drop by her home every day without fail. Although Zoren still visited the old residence, Old Mrs. Pierson kept chasing him away so Penny wouldn’t have to wait for him.

Even so, she was glad that Slater constantly came to accompany her. There were times he would stay from morning until dinner. He said it was bcause he had nothing else meaningful to do and that he wanted to be with her until he resumed his work activities.

"Grandma, this man... is this... my brother-in-law’s father?" Slater pointed at the man in the photo, gazing up at Old Mrs. Pierson with awe. "He looks like Renren."

Old Mrs. Pierson smiled and sighed, gazing at the photo. She carefully caressed the image with her thumb, her smile softening with a mix of longing and sorrow.

"He is," she said. "Renren truly took after him, not just with his personality, but also with their looks."

"They look like twins!" Slater blurted out, looking at the photo again. He squinted the longer he stared at it. "Or maybe... just a little. He didn’t have the same eyes as him."

Old Mrs. Pierson sighed and glanced at Slater. "That’s probably the only thing that Renren didn’t inherit from his father."

"His mother has dark eyes?"

"..." Old Mrs. Pierson pressed her thin lips together, forcing a smile. Seeing her reaction, Slater understood that the person he just mentioned was someone Old Mrs. Pierson wasn’t comfortable talking about.

"Heh... sorry, Grandma." Slater slapped his mouth lightly. "My mouth sometimes runs on its own. It’s like it has a spirit of its own."

"Haha. Silly child." Old Mrs. Pierson laughed, snapping her wrinkled eyes back to the photo of her son. "It’s alright. You wouldn’t have known."

A moment of silence fell between them as if she was contemplating whether to satisfy Slater’s curiosity. After all, Old Mrs. Pierson knew that people were curious about Zoren’s mother. However, mentioning her was akin to a taboo in this residence—especially for Zoren.