Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 750

Chapter 750: I’m scared, Mama.

[TRIGGER WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS DISTURBING AND GRAPHIC CONTENT. READ WITH CAUTION.]

The young Zoren went to the mansion’s attic, where he usually spent his time. It was his father’s leisure room whenever his father wanted some peace alone—or whenever his father needed to study, and his usual study room felt too crowded for his mind to function.

The attic wasn’t large, so it was perfect for young Zoren to spend his time there. Standing in front of the round window, which had no opening, he gazed at the driveway where he had seen the helper leave earlier. After a while, he heard the door creak behind him. Due to the overwhelming silence in the house, the creak sounded loud and almost eerie.

At the door, Naylani stood holding a plate of sliced fruit for her son. Her other hand, however, was hidden behind her back.

"Zoren?" she called quietly, her steps cautious. "Are you ready to eat? I prepared your snacks, just the way you like them."

Naylani placed the plate on the table, cautiously keeping her eyes on the little boy by the window. Her brows rose when Zoren didn’t react to her voice; he just stood there, staring out the window.

"Zoren?" she called again. "Renren, did you hear Mom?"

The young Zoren blinked ever so slowly before he turned around and smiled. "Yes, Mama," he answered, marching over to her and sitting down on the couch in front of the plate. Looking at the plate full of fresh fruit, he smiled with satisfaction and looked up at his mother.

"Thank you, Mama," he expressed, his voice sounding so innocent and sweet.

Naylani smiled back at him, sitting down on the floor while resting her arm on the table. "Enjoy it, my dear."

"Yes, I will." Zoren beamed, then his eyes fell on his mother’s other hand. "Mama, what’s behind you?"

"Huh?"

He blinked, moving his gaze to his mother. "You’ve been holding your hand behind you, Mama. Why? Is there a surprise for me?"

"Ahh..." Naylani chuckled awkwardly before slowly retrieving her hand from behind her back, revealing a bandage around her finger. "I just didn’t want to show you my cut, that’s all."

"Does it hurt, Mama?"

Naylani shook her head, smiling. "It’s alright, but I don’t want you to see it. It’s... unpleasant, and I know you don’t like the sight of blood."

Zoren pressed his mouth into a thin line, still smiling at his mother. "Thank you, Mama," he said, shifting his attention back to the plate in front of him. His eyes scanned the sliced fruit, and he took the fork to spear a piece.

Naylani watched him guide the fork into his mouth, holding her breath as her eyes were fixed on the fruit. As his little mouth parted, she gulped. ’Eat it, eat it, eat it.’ But then, Zoren stopped.

"Why did you stop?" she asked quickly. "Don’t you like it? Is there — is there something wrong?"

Zoren shook his head. "Mama, you’ve been staring at my snacks. Do you want a bite too?" he asked. "I can share."

"Ahh... it’s alright."

"But you’ve been looking at it." He frowned, moving the fork toward her. "It’s okay, Mama. You can have the first bite."

"Zoren." Naylani let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. You should eat. It’s almost past your snack time."

CLANG!