Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 1370

Chapter 1370: Poisons just lingering in the Old Madam’s fridge
DING!

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot between them, forcing them to open again. Atlas snapped his eyes toward the person on the other side. It was Dean.

Dean offered a brief smile before stepping into the elevator. “I hope you don’t mind me riding with you.”

As expected, Atlas didn’t respond. He remained motionless, his gaze fixed forward, while Dean casually glanced at him. Shrugging, Dean didn’t expect much of a response anyway.

“It seems you have plenty of free time nowadays, Director Dean.”

Much to Dean’s surprise, Atlas spoke after only a few seconds of silence. That was new.

“I don’t have plenty of free time, Mr. Bennet. I simply know how to do my job efficiently,” Dean replied, his tone both knowing and proud. “That way, I always have extra time for important matters.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “For instance, whenever I hear that you’re coming down from your office to this floor, I run like my life depends on it. After all, I care deeply about Director William’s health and just want to make sure he’s doing fine.”

That explained how Dean had conveniently been outside William’s office earlier.

Atlas cast him a sidelong glance but remained silent. By now, he was accustomed to Dean’s hypocrisy. Not that he disapproved—Dean’s sarcastic remarks and last-minute jabs at William were usually quite effective.

William deserved them, anyway. Had Atlas not been buried in work, he would’ve stayed longer just to watch William cling to his life.

The silence in the elevator stretched on endlessly after that. Atlas glanced at the numbers above the door, and when they neared his floor, he blinked.

“He’s onto you,” Atlas said suddenly, making Dean’s brows rise. “William Pierson has someone following you. Whatever you’ve been up to, he probably knows. Be careful.”

DING!

The moment the elevator doors slid open, Atlas stepped out without another word.

Dean, on the other hand, remained frozen, staring at the now-empty doorway. Only when the lift chimed again and the doors shut did he snap out of his momentary trance.

Deep lines creased his brows. “He has someone tailing me?” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Even if he and Atlas weren’t particularly close, Dean didn’t question the warning. Atlas wouldn’t say something so reckless just to pass the time. If anything, it meant Atlas had already seen something—he just wasn’t sure himself about its details. Otherwise, he would’ve said more.

“Be careful,” Dean murmured to himself, the smile fading from his face. Running his tongue across his inner cheek, his eyes darkened. “Maybe having a common enemy isn’t such a bad thing after all.”

—

The day had passed as usual. No matter how everyone spent their hours, the clock still signaled the end of the workday without exception.

Since Penny had already informed Grace that she wouldn’t be able to attend her 33rd birthday celebration, she sent a small gift instead and continued with her original plans.

[Old Pierson Residence]

“This is what I prepared for you and Renren,” Old Mrs. Pierson busily pulled out containers from the fridge, her voice warm with affection. “I made them not long ago—perfect for dinner later. And this broth…”

Penny leaned against the kitchen counter, setting down the food containers she had helped carry. A soft smile graced her lips as she watched the old woman fuss over the meals she prepared.

“Grandma, isn’t this a bit too much?” Penny mused, glancing at the mountain of food now covering both the counter and the dining table. It looked as though Old Mrs. Pierson was planning to feed an entire battalion. “You said you prepared everything yourself. I’m worried you’re not getting enough rest, like I told you to.”

“I’m getting so much rest that my back is starting to hurt!” Old Mrs. Pierson waved dismissively, making Butler Hubert step in to assist with the food. She then cast Penny a playful look. “You can ask Butler Hubert. I didn’t threaten him!”

Butler Hubert chuckled as he took the containers. “Do not worry, Young Madam. The Old Madam has been following all of your instructions. Preparing these meals has simply become one of her hobbies.”

“See?” Old Mrs. Pierson beamed, her grin filled with mischief. “Thanks to you managing my medications, I feel so good I could take back my retirement announcement and return to the office.”

Penny and Butler Hubert both laughed as Penny helped the elderly woman to her seat. Meanwhile, the kitchen staff packed the food into bags for delivery.

“I also made some for Allison and Charles,” Old Mrs. Pierson continued. “And I need to send some to Haines as well—oh, and your brothers! The rest is for you and everyone at your place. Those bodyguards of yours need nourishment, considering how demanding their jobs are.”

Penny’s eyes softened, squeezing her grandmother-in-law’s hand. “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Just make sure you eat well.” Old Mrs. Pierson gave Penny’s hand a gentle pat before reaching for a special container. “And drink this soup every morning and night. It’s full of herbs for a healthy womb.”

Penny’s smile froze. “…”

“I’ll tell Renren to heat it up for you,” Old Mrs. Pierson added with an excited chuckle. She then leaned in and whispered, “And make him drink this one too, in case he’s, you know, starting to lack… performance.” She gave a sly wink. “This one’s just for him. Hehe.”

Penny’s mouth opened and closed, at a complete loss for words.

She shot a look at Butler Hubert, who simply smiled and chuckled. If anything, he even gave her an encouraging nod.

“Haha…” Penny laughed weakly, noticing that even the helpers were watching her with beaming expressions. It felt…pressuring. Was everyone in this household rooting for a pregnancy? So soon?!

When she turned back to Old Mrs. Pierson, she forced a smile.

“We’ll… surely drink it, Grandma,” Penny said. “Thank you so much.”

Even as she said those words, Penny had no intention of drinking those potent herbal soups. They were like poisons just lingering in the Old Madam’s fridge. But she couldn’t refuse them outright either.

Little did she know, however, that while she might avoid them… someone else wouldn’t. And soon enough, they would find out just how potent those herbs truly were.