Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: I’m married.

[Message incoming from Miss Penelope]

[Ahem, uh, uh, uh.]

Lying on the bed with his back against the headboard, Zoren listened to the robotic voice from his phone, reading the reply he had just received from Penny. He tilted his head and said, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Sent!

[Message incoming from Miss Penelope]

[Heh. I’m sorry about that, Mr. Pierson. It was a mistake.]

He blinked, staring at his phone in his hand.

"It’s okay, Miss Penelope. It happens."

Sent!

[Thank you for your understanding. Did you visit the Civil Bureau?]

After listening to her reply, Zoren placed his phone down. He didn’t bother responding anymore; he hadn’t given it much thought. Benjamin had been panicking, so Zoren had to wait until bedtime to gather his thoughts.

"You can check, Mr. Pierson. If I show this certificate to your assistant, I know he’ll simply say I forged it. So, check with the Civil Bureau. My line is always open for discussion."

"Please."

Zoren didn’t see the look in her eyes, but the tone she used sounded so sincere, with a tinge of desperation.

"She doesn’t know either?" he wondered, as that was the only explanation for why she sounded that way. "Then how?"

Benjamin, his assistant, might be loud and often annoying, but some of the things he said made a lot of sense.

Not many people understood Benjamin and his worries, nor did they know what it was like to be Zoren Pierson. Therefore, Zoren didn’t expect anyone to comprehend just how unsafe his life was every second he breathed. A life-threatening situation always lingered in his shadows.

Simply put, Zoren hadn’t completely ruled out the possibility that Penny was involved in some grand scheme to put him to rest.

"But why marriage?" he rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "For alimony?"

That seemed too lame, though.

Zoren wouldn’t mind fighting Penny in court if he brought up divorce and she demanded impossible compensation. After all, Zoren was unaware of this marriage. Moreover, he wanted to believe Penny wasn’t like that.

"But she’s Dean’s girlfriend," he whispered, wondering how long it would take to get any information about Penny and Dean.

Benjamin might have been overly protective and worried lately, but Zoren could always trust him on serious matters.

"Why his girlfriend when he could’ve chosen someone else?"

Zoren pondered this, but no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out what type of scheme this could be — if it was one at all. It didn’t make sense because there wasn’t any benefit Dean would get from it. If anything, it was a huge advantage for Zoren.

"Grandma has been insisting that I should think of marrying," he whispered, and at the same time, he heard the automated voice from his phone.

[Incoming message. From Grandma:

Young Master Ren, your grandma fainted today. Even though she didn’t want you to know, I knew you’d want to.]

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[Skyline Plaza: Pierson Old Residence]

But he was trying to make her laugh, though. He just delivered it awkwardly.

After Old Mrs. Pierson recovered from the good laugh, her complexion looked a tiny bit better. She still held her grandson’s hand tightly, studying Zoren’s face. Another shallow breath escaped her, and she couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or just a sigh. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

She didn’t know if fighting for him was good because now that Zoren was an adult, he had to deal with all the family problems that never seemed to end. And Old Mrs. Pierson was older now. Even if she could force herself to attend family meetings, she couldn’t do it daily anymore.

But those were nothing compared to the biggest fear she had at the moment.

"Renren, do you know what Grandma’s biggest fear is right now?" she asked, keeping her subtle smile. She tugged his hand gently and said, "That I might leave you here alone and that you won’t have anyone else on your side."

Zoren frowned. "Grandma, you’ve been mentioning death a lot lately. Please don’t."

"You used to be like that, do you remember?" she quipped. "Renren, I’m sorry I couldn’t find Thursday Girl."

"It’s alright," Zoren nodded. "You don’t have to apologize, Grandma. You did everything you could, and I understand that."

Old Mrs. Pierson sighed once more. "I hope you find someone, Renren. And I hope before I die, I can see your children and wife."

Zoren stared at his grandmother, and he could feel her deep desire just from her gaze. "I’ll introduce you to my wife."

"Hmm?" Old Mrs. Pierson blinked. "What did you say, Zoren?"

"I’m married."

The butler, who was holding a glass of tea to serve to the Old Madam, dropped it while Old Mrs. Pierson’s sickly appearance changed into one of shock.

"Huh?! Since when did you get married?"

Zoren blinked and casually said, "Five years ago."