Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347: Here to take her back

When you hate someone, you remember them. Not just what they did, but every detail of their face. Every trauma they put you through, every emotion they made you feel.

And Jessa hated that woman—her brother’s woman—so much that she often had nightmares about her. She hated her and Jason so much that she wished for their deaths. And if they died, she knew she would laugh at their graves and celebrate.

They—Jason and Priscilla—took everything from her. Their parents, their home, her future—her life.

The rage and trauma took a long time to heal. A very long time, with the help of a patient man who was Jessa’s only saving grace. Had it not been for Lester, she knew that, if not prison, she would have ended up living a life far different from the one she had before meeting Allison. After all, she lost her parents because of her brother and that woman. And she lost her home because they sold it for their gambling addiction.

That was why Jessa almost couldn’t bring herself to take in the child said to be Priscilla and Jason’s. Because in that moment, it reopened all the scars she had painstakingly concealed. It dragged back all the trauma she had endured for years. Had it not been for Lester’s insistence, she would never have brought Penny home. She would’ve put her up for adoption instead. But Lester... he wanted to keep the child.

Fortunately, despite the rough start, Penny proved useful. She helped the family, so much so that Jessa almost saw herself in her. It wasn’t love at first sight—far from it. At first, Jessa only saw Penny as a tool, someone who could bring money into the household. But over time, she began to see that Penny was not Jason. Not Priscilla. And slowly, Jessa opened her heart to the little piglet, who seemed happy as long as she was fed.

It took time, courage, and heart for Jessa to understand that the child was innocent. That Penny did not deserve the anger her parents had caused. That was why she had been able to straighten Nina out—because she had learned from those thirteen years Penny had been under her care.

But... if an innocent child could rip open old wounds simply by existing as Jason and Priscilla’s daughter, what would happen if the very person who had ruined her life suddenly showed up at her doorstep?

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[Present Time]

"Priscilla."

A name Jessa never thought she would utter again slipped past her lips. Her eyes widened, pupils contracting as she held her breath in utter shock.

The woman standing before her was tanner than she remembered. Her face was lined with deep wrinkles, aging her beyond her years. And yet, despite the sagging skin, Jessa could still see it—that young, pretty, vicious lying bitch superimposed over Priscilla’s face.

"It’s actually you," she whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing. Priscilla was supposed to be dead. She had died in childbirth.

Priscilla smiled wryly. "Jessica," she murmured. "It’s good to see you again."

Jessa’s breath hitched. Even her voice sounded almost the same—just raspier, roughened by time.

Then, it hit her. And her eyes blazed with fury.

"What are you doing here?!" she spat through gritted teeth. "You’re supposed to be dead!"

"Jessa, I know you have a lot of questions—"

"The only question I have right now is where the hell did you get the nerve to show your face in front of me?!" Jessa’s voice rose in a shriek, raw and trembling with rage. "I don’t care how you’re alive when you were supposed to be dead. Knowing what kind of lying whore you are, I’m not even surprised that you’d fake your death just to escape responsibility. But how dare you stand in front of me after everything you’ve done?!"

"Jessa, let me explain—"

Priscilla reached for her, but Jessa swatted her hand away. No, she did more than that. She shoved her down with all the strength she had.

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