Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 945

Chapter 945: I’d rather die the second time

The next day...

"Atlas!" Charles perked up from the couch in the living room the second he saw his son coming down the stairs. Seeing that Atlas was in a suit, as if he were ready for work, a deep huff escaped Charles.

Standing up from his seat, Charles shoved his hands in his pockets. "Where do you think you’re going?"

"To the company," Atlas replied in his classic, flat tone. "Even if there’s now a new head of the family, I still have to do a proper and formal turnover."

Another faint huff escaped Charles, and he reached out to hold Atlas’s shoulder. "I’m sorry, son."

"It’s alright. You don’t have to apologize." Atlas brushed his father’s hand off his shoulder. "It’s just work, nothing personal. There’s no need for me to receive sympathy. I saw this coming. Besides, it only proves I’m better since I get to retire earlier than you did."

Charles’s face twitched. "What did you say?"

"I’m heading out now." Atlas took a step back, not in the mood to entertain his father. He lowered his head slightly before walking off.

Meanwhile, Charles remained standing in the same spot, watching his son leave. Even in this situation, Atlas maintained his cool. When Atlas closed the front door behind him, Haines’s voice reached his ears.

"Did Atlas leave?"

"Yes." Charles rocked his head, eyes still on the door. "I don’t know if I am relieved or worried about him."

He paused, casting Haines a defeated look. "He’s going to be fine, right?"

"Atlas?" Haines slowly shifted his eyes back to the shut door. "He is Atlas, so he will be. Anyway, how’s Allison? She left earlier than usual."

"Well..." This time, Charles massaged his nape, and he appeared more dejected while thinking about last night. Thinking about it, all he could do was shake his head. "If Jessa Cortez came here, then I guess my wife is really upset with me. If she’s not going to divorce me, then she’ll let Jessa kill me instead."

"Oh."

Haines and Charles looked at each other. Their faces were indescribable at the mention of Jessa. Even though their relationship with Jessa wasn’t bad, Jessa never lacked reminders that her friend was Allison, not Charles or anyone else.

"Fishing?" Haines suggested. "Just to be on the cautious side."

BAM!

Just then, the front door was kicked open with a bam. Even before Haines and Charles could look, their hearts already thudded nervously. As they slowly turned their heads toward the door, their faces contorted.

There, standing by the door with her shadow stretching long and wide as if she were some sort of giant, was Jessa Cortez.

Haines: "..."

Charles: "Haines, please tell my wife I’d rather die the second time than have her friend at my funeral."

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As soon as Atlas reached the company, he spotted Allen pacing back and forth in distress.

DING!