Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1662

Chapter 1662: Team B

Zoren initially didn’t want to drag these men into the turmoil that had been stirring within him. However, after thinking things through and seeing how Jonathan had been stabbed, Zoren knew these men needed the kind of push he was experiencing.

Besides... how could he just keep this to himself?

How could he not tell these men what kind of horror Penny had gone through?

His wife might’ve had a good reason for downplaying it and having Haines agree to it. But at the same time, they also had to know the high stakes.

"That’s Penny, and that’s... what she went through."

The silence that followed Zoren’s remarks was thicker than it had ever been. All of them, except Haines, stared at the photo as if they had just witnessed a traumatic and terrible accident. Charles’ chest even moved in and out heavily in quick bursts.

Meanwhile, Atlas didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t react. His hand, however, slowly balled into a tight fist until the vein underneath his skin protruded angrily.

Hugo’s face, on the other hand, darkened. His eyes almost seemed to glow with the fire burning within them. He didn’t even blink after laying eyes on that photo.

"That’s... her?" After a while, Atlas managed to force out a breath.

He lifted his eyes to Zoren and then to Haines. "Uncle Haines, I don’t think you mentioned Penny getting beaten up like this."

Everyone slowly turned to Haines, his mouth drawn into a tight line.

"Penny begged me not to say more," he whispered. "She thinks it’s not necessary and was worried about your father’s health."

Haines cast Charles a glance. "She’s worried that you might not be able to take it."

Charles felt his heart sink completely, his shoulders dropping as he fell back. If he weren’t seated, he would’ve fallen.

"Ugh —" He clasped his chest, snapping Hugo to his senses.

"Dad!" Hugo rushed to his side, his eyes shaking as he scanned his father. "Dad, are you okay?"

Charles kept clasping his chest, raising his other hand as a subtle way to tell his son he was fine. "Don’t worry about me, I’m... I’m just..." he trailed off, his eyes falling on the photo of his little girl on the table.

The corner of his eyes reddened, but not out of sorrow, but rage.

How... how could someone do this to his daughter? And yet, he didn’t know about it. Rather, he knew about it but was oblivious to how huge it was.

"Haines... did you say that the men who did this were arrested?" he asked, his voice dropping. This time, there was no hesitation as he turned to Haines. "Are they... still alive?"

If they were, then Charles would have to end their wretched lives, right?

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