Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Unconscious state
When Atlas said Penny was different when drunk, he was right. When Penny was drunk, she would forget about her current lifetime. To her, it was as if she were still living her first life. Her mind would construct a logical explanation for why she was no longer in prison, creating a temporary fantasy reality.

In other words, when Penny was drunk, she was in a state teetering between sanity and madness—a state from which she never truly recovered.

Which meant… something was about to go down.

Her fingertips brushed the floor as she squatted beside Atlas, her arms resting on her knees. Penny tilted her head to one side and then slowly to the other.

“Why in the hell is this guy in my room?” she wondered, raising a brow, clearly displeased to see her brother. “Didn’t he say he didn’t want to see me?”

Penny raised an eyebrow, recalling how Atlas, even during his last visit, hadn’t believed her side of truth. This memory filled her heart with bitterness and anger.

“Should I pour gasoline on him?” she mused, thinking Atlas would surely wake up if she set him on fire. She poked his side and nudged his shoulder, but Atlas didn’t wake up. She kept her finger pressed against his shoulder, her eyes fixed on his sleeping profile.

“Heh.” She smirked, pushing herself up and heading back to her bed. Penny grabbed the blanket and returned to Atlas. She raised her foot and kicked his shoulder, sending him out of the beanbag.

Thud!

“Ugh…” Atlas groaned as the fall jolted him awake. He slowly opened his eyes, assuming he had merely nodded off and fallen off the beanbag. But as his vision cleared and he saw the person towering over him, his pupils dilated.

“Penny,” he blurted out, sitting up immediately. “What are you—”

The rest of his words were swallowed when a blanket fell over his face. He then felt another light kick on his shoulder, making him fall back to the floor.

“Hey—” Atlas yelped, only to feel her swiftly pushing his body to make it roll on the floor. Before he knew it, he was wrapped in a blanket like a burrito.

He gasped as Penny suddenly pulled the blanket from his face down to his neck. His eyes widened, staring at her emotionless expression.

“Penny,” he called in horror, recognizing the same look he had seen before. “Pen—”

“Shh.” She placed a finger in front of her lips, hushing him. “Atlas, quiet.”

“!!!”

“Don’t make a sound if you don’t want to get hurt, okay?”

“But—” Atlas’s voice trailed off when she suddenly pressed an acupoint on the side of his neck where his shoulder and neck meet. His eyes, once full of alarm and concern, suddenly dimmed. His mouth remained partially open.

She knocked him unconscious with a simple press of a finger.

Penny shook her head and clicked her tongue. “He never listens,” she whispered. “Never mind that.”

Penny pulled the blanket up over his face to protect his pretty face from getting hurt. She then rolled Atlas quietly, moving him until he was under the bed. Penny lowered her body and tilted her head, peeking at him from beneath the bed.

“Oh, he might suffocate,” she whispered, crawling under the bed to pull the blanket down from Atlas’s face. She pressed his chin to close his partially open mouth before crawling back out.

A look of satisfaction spread across her face as she watched her brother under the bed. When she was sure Atlas would be sleeping peacefully for the night, Penny pushed herself up again.

Looking around her slightly dim room, she clicked her tongue, feeling no shred of emotion toward her surroundings. The room was exactly as she remembered it.

Aside from the “little decoration” (Atlas) in her room, it was as dull as ever. The same walls that had witnessed all of little Penelope’s sufferings, woes, and tears still loomed over her. It suffocated her.

In her mind, she believed she was proven innocent before her execution date. Thus, she was out and back in this smothering house she loathed day and night while in prison. It was worse than prison.

“Well, I guess I was fired,” she whispered as she approached the door, ready to leave the house for the night. She stopped when she noticed a key on the side table, raising an eyebrow.

“Heh,” she smirked, casting the bed another glance. She picked up the key and continued on her way.

She couldn’t go to her workplace, and she was sure she didn’t have a home to return to. Still, the last place she wanted to stay was the Bennet Mansion. She would rather sleep on the street than see any members of her family or be anywhere associated with the Bennets.

Prison had been the worst place for her, but sleeping on the street seemed like a luxury in comparison.

With that thought in mind, Penny marched outside and walked down the hallway to the mezzanine. Upon reaching the mezzanine, she paused.

“Hahaha!” Jessa’s voice rang from the dining room. “Allison, that is so funny! Hahaha! What the heck are you doing, girl?”

“Haha. Jessi…”

Penny froze upon hearing Allison’s faint voice. She gripped the railing, her heart pounding.

“Mom,” she whispered, her eyes stinging. A shallow, bitter laugh escaped her as she thought Allison was already dead. “Goodness. These voices again…”

Penny massaged her neck and stretched it in a circular motion. She reasoned that she must be imagining things because this wasn’t the first time she had heard such things. Additionally, Jessa and Allison had never been friends, so there was no way they would be laughing together.

Ignoring the echoes of Jessa and Allison’s voices, Penny jogged down the stairs as quietly as possible. As she was about to leave, Butler Jen emerged from another exit, catching a glimpse of someone exiting the front door.

“Miss Penny?” Butler Jen wondered, rubbing his weary eyes. When he looked back at the door, it was closed. “Or was I seeing things?”

Butler Jen furrowed his brow as he heard Jessa wheezing. He shook his head, convincing himself Penny was already asleep in her room. Moreover, he hadn’t heard the door close. Thus, he didn’t dwell on it. Little did he know, he hadn’t heard the door close because Jessa’s voice was so loud it muffled any other slight noise.