PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS

Chapter 1206: You can call her my demon.

Chapter 1206: You can call her my demon."Will you tell me, Penny? What happened? To you, to us... to everyone?"

"I can’t," Penny answered quietly. "I know what happened to me, but to everyone? How am I supposed to know what happened to everyone else aside from myself?"

Atlas narrowed his eyes, his brows knitting slightly. Even Hugo tilted his head, still doubtful about all of this. He had no idea where this conversation was going.

"I see." Atlas nodded. "You’re right. How could you know about other people’s lives when you had your own to deal with?"

"That’s not... what she meant," Slater interjected quietly, drawing Atlas’s attention to him. "Penny was incarcerated."

Atlas didn’t respond. He didn’t even react—mainly because he didn’t know how to. A flood of questions immediately filled his mind.

"Penny was what?" Hugo blurted out, still

Penny pressed the button to call for a flight attendant.

"Sadly," she added, "that led me to an entire lifetime of trying to please everyone—just so they would acknowledge me. Just once."

Atlas glanced at the call button before looking back at her. "Why did you call the flight attendant? Do you need something?"

"There is." Penny flashed him a big smile before turning to the approaching crew member. When the attendant arrived, she politely requested, "I’d like a shot of something strong, please."

"Right away." The attendant then turned to the others with a smile. "Would anyone else like something?"

"Why are you drinking, Penny?" Hugo asked, raising a hand. "I’ll take a beer. A very cold one—cold enough to freeze my nervous system."

The attendant nodded. When no one else requested anything, she excused herself. Once she walked away, all eyes returned to Penny.

"You’re drinking because...?" Atlas prompted.

Penny responded with a smile. "If I’m going to tell you everything, you might as well meet her—the person who actually lived that lifetime and never got to move on."

She leaned back.

"You know her—the drunk me. She’s not just another personality. She’s the version of myself from my first life. The one who remembers everything so clearly that, for her, she’s still living in that past. You can call her my demon."

Although Penny had spent training that part of herself, integrating her consciousness with the other version of her within her, they still carried different burdens. Sober Penny held onto hope and kept moving forward. But drunk Penny... drunk Penny refused to let go.

Soon, the flight attendant returned with the drinks. She served Penny her shot, handed Hugo his beer, and lingered for a moment in case they wanted more. Hugo quickly asked for another bottle, while Penny requested the entire bottle before dismissing the attendant with a polite nod.

"You could say I don’t want to deal with this," Penny remarked, swirling the liquid in her glass. "But obviously, I am going to. Just in a more... erratic way."

She raised her shot glass and smiled at Atlas. "Let’s have a good time, First Brother."

With that, Penny knocked back the vodka, wincing slightly at the burn. She blinked a few times, checking the time to see how long it would take before the alcohol hit her.

But it didn’t.

So, she poured herself another.

Then another.

And another.

By the time she reached her sixth shot, she had stopped counting.