Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 971

Chapter 971: The only constant in her life

Life was hard, and it always would be.

Penny knew that.

In her first life, there wasn’t a single thing she could remember that made her genuinely happy. From the day she was born, life kept throwing rocks at her, as if her mere existence was meant for that alone—to be mocked, to be hated, to be... alone.

If there was anything she learned in her first life, it was that she had to accept this life full of agony and bad luck. Even if she bought all the talismans in the world, nothing could repel the bad luck she was born with. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

For once, knowing that someone was on her side and that eventually, people began to believe in her innocence should have made her happy. It should have made her feel festive and appreciative. But why... why was it so heavy?

Why was she crying?

Why did she feel so down after hearing the truth she thought she was ready for?

Why?

What was wrong with her?

"It seems I’ve been too lenient. Tell me... who’s responsible for these tears? Who should I hold accountable?"

Penny’s lips quivered as her vision blurred. However, she could intensely feel his warmth and the restraint in his voice, as if it would only take one name for him to unleash the anger in his heart. Anger... originating from her tears.

’Why?’ she wondered to herself. ’Why... would you do all of that?’

Why did he believe her? Why did he fight for her? What did he see in her that she couldn’t even see in her first life? Was going to great lengths worth it?

Was she... worth it?

Or, in the end, did he regret it?

Myriads of questions filled her mind in the blink of an eye, and instead of getting answers, Penny jumped into his arms—into her safe haven. Clasping his back tightly, she buried her face into his chest. Her muffled cries turned into sobs, and she couldn’t even explain the reason.

She just felt like crying... for some reason.

"Penny..." His voice was low and gentle, placing a hand on her trembling back carefully. His mouth parted, the word "Why?" lingering on the tip of his tongue. But alas, no words escaped his lips.

Zoren pressed his lips together, sighing lightly as he kept her in his arms. He rested his chin on top of her head, his wide physique shielding her from the rain—even if it was impossible.

"It’s okay," he whispered, patting her back gently. "It’s okay, Penelope. I am here."

Her eyes stung even more as tears flowed uncontrollably.

She knew... it was going to be okay because he was here.

And it was the reason she could cry and indulge in a moment of vulnerability because he was there. For her. Just like in her first life. Even when he didn’t have to, even when it was none of his business, and even if he was nothing but a stranger to her... he was there for her.

But what she knew was that this man... may God protect him. May he live a life full of happiness and fulfillment. A life he would never regret.