Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 818

Chapter 818: About to learn a dreadful discovery

Meanwhile...

"Stephen!" Charles called, jogging to catch up with him. "Stephen, wait!"

Stephen stopped in his tracks and huffed, looking back at Charles. "What is it, Charles? Weren’t you satisfied with how I was humiliated that you came here to add more insult to that?"

"Haha, Stephen, come on." Charles stopped a few steps from him in the driveway. "We’ve known each other since we were young, and we’re already at this age. Are we still going to banter like we did before?"

"If you don’t want to banter like before, then don’t show your face in front of me."

"Stephen..."

"Charles, all your life, you’ve done whatever you wanted without any restrictions." Stephen walked toward Charles, pressing a finger to his chest. "Be it joining the varsity team or enlisting in the military. You never listened to anyone, and yet, you can always come back and take what you took for granted in the beginning."

"I, and even Haines, on the other hand, can’t do that. Why? Because unlike you, we’re just relatives. All we have is the Bennet family name and our skills. Compared to Haines, you’re nothing. Yet, he has to listen to you. I have to listen to you after working my butt off day in and day out while you’re out there doing whatever you want," he continued through gritted teeth. "But like always, you’d come back and just take everything."

"Even until now, you’ve never changed, Charles," he added, growing angrier as he criticized Charles. "While everyone else is still working, you chose to retire when you could’ve done more. If you didn’t step down, my son wouldn’t be filled with so much jealousy, and he wouldn’t have to question his self-worth because everyone is comparing him to your son. By retiring and letting your son into the company, you just started this competition that we all have to endure in the past."

"If only you stayed..." Stephen’s breath hitched as he stopped himself from continuing. He gulped down the tension in his throat, glaring at Charles. "Charles Bennet, this is all on you. You’re selfish through and through. So, if you followed me here to tell me whatever absurd things out of pity, then keep it."

Stephen paused again, his breathing heavy, and took a step back. "I don’t need your pity. I don’t need anything from you. Save your breath and don’t you ever say a word about my family. Not from someone whose son isn’t behind bars. You have no idea how your selfishness affects others."

After saying that, Stephen huffed one last time and turned his back on Charles. He didn’t even look back as he stomped toward his car. Meanwhile, Charles remained in the same spot.

"I couldn’t even say a word..." he whispered, watching Stephen get in the backseat of his car as the driver jogged to the driver’s seat. "He also has never changed."

Charles pressed his lips into a thin line, watching the car speed away. "It’s not like I can refute some of what he said. I am selfish."