Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688: I’ll take care of him now

Meanwhile...

Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously.

"They’re going to investigate," he breathed out. "Did he die? Did he?"

Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn’t immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack.

[You... thief. Sir... Atlas... is gonna hear this.]

Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen’s mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn’t said that, then... Sven wouldn’t have had to resort to a violent course of action.

"It’s his fault that I freaked out," he mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he paced back and forth again. "It’s his fault. All I wanted was to talk — he shouldn’t have followed me. He shouldn’t have been there to begin with."

If Allen had just talked to him and hadn’t threatened him, then Sven wouldn’t have pushed him off like that. They could’ve resolved it. Pushing Allen off the stairs hadn’t been part of the plan, but Sven had intended to incapacitate him so they could talk.

Sven could’ve talked to him and convinced him not to tell Atlas. But Allen was careless. He pushed Sven to the edge, cornering him, and Sven had no choice.

"It’s his fault," Sven mumbled. "If he had only shut his mouth, it would’ve been good for both of us."

He was sure that Allen would’ve understood Sven’s dilemma. After all, if this reached Atlas, Sven would be the one in the hospital. Worse, he would’ve ended up in the morgue!

"Ah, shit!" Sven closed his eyes, his stress level steadily rising.

After a moment, Sven stopped as his breath hitched. His lips quivered, and his entire body shivered at another thought that crossed his mind.

"They’d kill me," he whispered. "They will kill me."

Slowly, Sven turned to his phone on the bed with wide eyes. He held his breath, staring at the screen that had lit up.

"The security guard," he breathed out. "He saw me, right?"

Sven gulped nervously, hearing it echo in his ears. He kept his dilated eyes on the vibrating bed, and after a second, he jumped and turned around. Quickly, Sven went to his closet, took out his luggage, and grabbed a handful of clothes to toss in.

This was bad, he thought. He had been so focused on Allen that he hadn’t had time to think about the security guard. If that guard started talking, even if he hadn’t seen what happened, once he mentioned Sven, it would be over for him.

"I can’t let that happen," he told himself, zipping up his luggage in a hurry. "I have to get away. As far away as possible from here."

If Atlas mercilessly kicked him out, then he would surely get locked behind bars. Sven wouldn’t let that happen. Therefore, in his mind, while they hadn’t figured it out, he had to go away. While there was still time, he had to leave the country. Otherwise, he would spend the rest of his life in jail.