Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 976

Chapter 976: Are you sure you and I are the same person?

"Hey, Penny."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think about it?"

"About what?"

"Renren — our husband."

"Hmm... what do I think about him?" Penny turned to her right, her eyes falling on another version of herself. The better version of herself — the successful one, the good one, the one who was able to live her dream.

The two of them were seated in this dark space, with just a spotlight on each of them.

"Nothing, to be honest," the drunk Penny answered, peeling her eyes away from the other version of her to look at the darkness ahead. "I thought what he did for me... is kind of noble. But at the same time, he’s kind of sick in the head too! How can he marry me when I’m dead?"

"You married him while he was hovering between life and death."

"Well — that makes sense." The drunk Penny shrugged. "I guess there’s the two of us."

The sober Penny smiled, keeping her eyes on the darkness ahead. "Won’t you ask me what I thought of it?"

"Why would I? You and I are the same. It’s not like we’re two different people in your body. I am you, and you are me. Even if I don’t want to, I have no choice but to share your train of thought."

"Then why are we still having this conversation?"

"Because you’re a crazy bee?"

The sober Penny chuckled at her other version’s response. "I guess I did have such a funny sense of humor in the past, didn’t I?"

"We are pretty hilarious, yeah."

A moment of silence fell between them as their laughter eventually subsided. Both of them gazed ahead, as if there was something to see in that darkness.

"What are you thinking?" asked the sober Penny, looking at the other self.

"Are you really asking that question when you already know what’s on my mind?"

"Hearing it from you wouldn’t hurt."

The drunk Penny shrugged. "Just... my husband."

"Our."

"My husband did fight for me, and I’m moved to tears." The drunk Penny ignored her other self. "But... we need to protect him, don’t you think?"

"Why do you say so?"

"I married him while he was on the brink of death," she explained. "Only people like me... crazy people like you and me would do that. But that man... he married a corpse just because no one else would take our body home and host us a proper burial."

"Hell... no."

"Don’t get drunk! Or there’s gonna be a reunion 2.0! They hadn’t worshipped me enough!"

"Are you sure you and I are the same person?"

"I know you liked it." The drunk Penny winked as she smirked playfully.

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Penny moaned, her throat feeling a little dry. Her eyes slowly cracked open, her brows furrowing.

"Hmm?" she hummed, catching the top of Allison’s head on the side of the bed. "Mom?"

Penny’s brows rose as she noticed that there seemed to be more people in her and her husband’s bedroom. She turned her head, catching Zoren sleeping in the chair on the other side of her bed. Near his chair was Slater, sleeping with his back to the side of the bed, arms crossed.

Atlas was also sleeping on the one-seater couch, while Hugo, Charles, and Haines were seated and sleeping on the long couch.

A shallow breath slipped past Penny’s nostrils as she leaned back, her eyes set on the ceiling.

’This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this scene,’ she thought as she slowly closed her eyes to rest. ’But I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing it. Moreover, it’s a reminder... of what I have to protect in this lifetime.’

Regardless of her thoughts about how things spiraled out of control in their first life, this life was a different one. All she had to do was make sure it wouldn’t end like that.

Promise.