Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972: A beautiful person... and a sad one.

[FLASHBACK]

"You’re out of your mind."

"Just what else do you need — are you this bored?"

"Who is she to you, huh? Just why the hell do you meddle in other people’s business? Since when have you meddled in other people’s affairs? You don’t even meddle in this damn family’s affairs, but you’d go so far as to meddle with others!"

"What a madman. Zoren Pierson, I’m still debating whether I’m amused or disappointed. But alas... I’m already involved. What tough luck."

These were just a few among the thousands of comments Zoren could remember from the people around him. Dean, Finn, Benjamin, Mark... and everyone who knew of Zoren’s involvement with a criminal on death row. Those who knew that he had even married a dead person offered tons of different criticisms.

But he knew what made them angriest was his lack of reaction to all of them.

Even if they cursed him or spit in front of him, he wouldn’t react. It made others think he was ignoring them. The funny thing, though, was how they thought he could ignore all of these comments when everyone around him was saying the same thing.

He was a madman.

Was he... really?

Zoren slowly walked along the pathway to the Old Pierson Residence, stopping in his tracks. He slowly gazed up at the entrance of the residence. Small, warm lights mounted on the side of the front door lit up the entrance. Shoving his hands inside his coat, fog formed in front of his mouth as he breathed out.

He was about to take a step forward when he noticed the white flakes falling. Looking up, he blinked ever so slowly. Winter had finally fallen. Opening his hand, white snowflakes landed on his gloves, which slowly melted.

"Young Master...?" Suddenly, Zoren heard Butler Hubert’s voice. He stood by the entrance, looking at Zoren with worry. His eyes spoke countless unspoken words, but he kept his mouth pressed into a thin line.

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"How is she?" Zoren sat down beside the bed, his eyes on the old woman lying in it.

Butler Hubert paused as he carefully placed the cup of hot tea to warm up Zoren. "She’s doing fine, Young Master. Although some days... she wakes up confused." _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

"I see." That meant Old Mrs. Pierson wasn’t getting better. "Butler Hu, can you leave me alone with her for a while? I want some time alone with her."

"Yes, Young Master."

Having said that, Butler Hubert quietly walked out of the bedroom. But before closing the door, he peeked through the gap. His eyes fell on Zoren’s broad back as the latter sat in the chair. A deep breath escaped the butler’s nostrils before he closed the door carefully.

Silence quickly fell in the room the moment Butler Hubert left. Zoren remained quiet, not bothering with the cup of tea the butler had served him to keep him warm. It wouldn’t make a difference. Not long after, Old Mrs. Pierson’s eyes flickered beneath her eyelids.

Slowly, she let out a short hum as her eyes cracked open. She looked around briefly, smiling when she caught sight of her handsome grandson seated beside her.

"Renren..." Her voice was weak, and she lifted her hand weakly, which he quickly took. "... you’re here, hmm?"