Chapter 463: The taste represents how I feel
Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress
The next day...
A soft moan echoed through the room as Penny slowly woke from a deep slumber. Stretching her arms and legs, she blinked her eyes open. Unlike last night, she felt much betterâcompletely recharged. Sitting up, her gaze landed on the chair beside her bed.
A small smile appeared on her face as she noticed a bowl and some towels on the side table. Although no one was there now, she knew someone had looked after her during the night.
"Was it Second Brother?" she wondered with a smile, recalling that Hugo had been with her last night. "Or Mom?"
After all, it was Allison who had woken her up for some warm soup and medicine. Either way, Penny appreciated her familyâs care, even though she was an adult.
âIn my first life...âShe cut the thought short before she could start comparing. Smiling softly at the empty chair, she told herself, "Thereâs no need to compare then and now. They werenât like that before, just as Iâm not who I used to be."
For some reason, after last night, Penny felt ready to let go of some parts of her past sheâd been holding onto. Life was different now, and she was content. Though it wasnât perfectâperfection was never her goal.
"Well, Iâm better now! I should thank them for nursing me back to health."
With that thought, Penny energetically jumped out of bed. It was as though the fever had replenished her energy. She felt like she could conquer the world, and her mood was suspiciously good.
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After completing her usual morning routine, Penny applied some tinted lip balm and smacked her lips, smiling at her reflection. She looked bright and refreshed, with no sign of exhaustion. Even her body felt lighter, all traces of the previous dayâs soreness gone.
"Hehe," she giggled, skipping out of her room and straight to the kitchen to join her parents for breakfast before heading to work.
It was the start of the week, and Penny knew her brothersâ routines well. Atlas had likely gone to work already, Hugo was probably still asleep or training, and Slater... well, his schedule was always unpredictable, but he still somehow found time to bother her.
However, the reality turned out different from her expectations.
As Penny approached the dining room, she froze.
"Good morâ" Her words caught in her throat as she sensed an ominous aura hanging over the kitchen. She dramatically staggered back, squinting her eyes as if to shield herself from the dark atmosphere radiating from the dining room.
Peering at the table, she furrowed her brows. Not only were Allison, Charles, and Haines present, but all her brothers were there too.
âWhatâs going on?â she thought, her heart starting to race for reasons she couldnât pinpoint. This felt like déjà vu. âI swear I didnât eat anyoneâs food last night.â
Unless she had started sleepwalking, she couldnât be guilty of anything. But she was fairly certain that wasnât the case.
Her brows lifted as her gaze shifted to Haines, who was subtly lifting his hand to his neck, then motioning a cutting gesture. He was signaling to her that this wasnât the best time to enter. Penny glanced at Atlas, only to find him staring right at her.
"Uh..." She took a step back when she caught Hugoâs eyes meeting hers.
A sinking feeling settled in her stomach, and Penny quickly abandoned any plans to lighten their mood. She knew there was no chance of brightening up this morning. Sighing internally, she decided to retreat.
"Good morning," she said with a forced smile. "Iâm off to work early. I forgot I have a ton of things to do. See ya!"
Turning quickly, she attempted to flee the scene, convinced her brothers had gotten into some kind of trouble. She didnât want to get roped into whatever it was. But just as she was about to make her escape, her motherâs voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Penelope Bennet?"
The use of her full name sent a shiver down Pennyâs spine. Slowly, she turned back with a strained smile. "Mom?"
Her motherâs angelic smile greeted her.
"Penny, itâs still too early for work," Allison said sweetly. "Why donât you join us for breakfast?"
"Hehe..." Penny laughed nervously, thinking of an excuse to decline. But seeing the overly sweet smile on Allisonâs face, she didnât dare. Although her motherâs smile was angelic, it was almost too angelic.
This wasnât the smile Allison wore when she was truly happy.
"Okay," Penny sighed, reluctantly pulling out a chair and sitting down. She glanced around, noting the various emotions plastered on her familyâs faces.
"Penny, here, eat something." Allisonâs voice pulled her attention back. Looking down, Penny saw her plate was already filled with the usual breakfast Allison prepared. "Thanks, Mom."
"Youâre welcome, Penny." Allisonâs smile remained as she gestured for Penny to start eating.
Picking up her cutlery, Penny decided to just pretend she wasnât aware of the heavy tension in the room. That would make her life easier. But as she raised her spoon to take a bite, she noticed everyone watching her intently.
âHuh?â Her eyes flicked to Atlasâs neutral expression, then to Hugoâs worried gaze, and finally to Slaterâs taunting smile. She looked over at Haines, who gave her a small, careful shake of his head. Not understanding that gesture, Penny finally turned to her father.
The moment their eyes met, she saw dread and panic reflected on Charlesâs face. His eyes silently urged her to run as far and as fast as she could.
"Whatâs wrong with everyone?" she mumbled, guiding the spoon to her mouth. The second she started chewing, her face twisted in shock.
"Is it good, Penny?" Allison asked with a sweet smile.
Forcing herself to look at her mother, Penny noticed that everyoneâs cheeks, except Slaterâs, were slightly puffed out. They couldnât swallow the food and it was now stuck in everyoneâs mouth. The food looked like her usual breakfast, but the taste was... awful.
Penny set her puppy-dog eyes on Allison. "Mom, why... am I being punished?"
Allisonâs smile faded, replaced by an icy stare. "Penny," she said calmly with a soft sigh. "Iâm not punishing you, my dear. The taste only represents how I feel about how you kept your marriage a secret from me, your mother."