The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 55 Chapter 55 I Don't Have TFor Your Childish...

In the morning, Brenna cdown the stairs with her backpack. Rosie and Ernst were at the table, already done with breakfast. They seemed deep in conversation but went silent the moment they saw her. Brenna only cast them a brief glance, then headed to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. "I've already arranged everything with the hospital. We're going now to check if you've had any cosmetic surgery," Rosie said to Brenna firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Brenna took a slow sip of the coffee. The coffee was too bitter. Ignoring Rosie's words, she set the cup down and gestured for the servant to bring ssugar.

"Did you hear me? I already made an appointment with the hospital. A friend of mine is a plastic surgeon, and he'll check you," Rosie said, clearly annoyed.

Seeing Brenna's indifference, Ernst frowned. He said to Brenna, "What's with that attitude? Rosie's just trying to help. How can you just ignore her? That is so rude." A smug look crossed Rosie's face. She was confident Ernst would take her side. He always did. She believed the thought that she was setting Brenna up never even crossed his mind.

To Ernst, she was the perfect sister-sweet, clever, and gentle. She had always been kind in his eyes. Brenna, on the other hand, was everything Rosie wasn't in Ernst's eyes. She was vain, materialistic, and manipulative. Unreasonable, even.

Rosie watched Brenna with a triumphant look. She waited, believing Brenna would have to agree to go. "She's trying to help?" Brenna scoffed. "You really think she is helping me? If I go, the hospital will definitely say I've had plastic surgery." She wasn't stupid. Rosie had set a trap, and she was just waiting for her to walk right into it.

Ernst, however, saw things differently. "Are you scared?" "Why should I listen to you?" Brenna shot back without a second thought. "Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma didn't agree to this. They only approved a DNA test. Now, just because I won't cooperate, you're callingscared? You just want to accuseof having plastic surgery, no matter what the truth is. Don't you think you're being unreasonable here?" She took another bite of her breakfast and casually sent a message on her phone, as if the conversation didn't concern her.

Furious, Rosie turned to Ernst. "Ernst, look at her! Is it so wrong to ask her to prove she hasn't had plastic surgery? If she really looks like Mom naturally, why not just cooperate? I went through all the trouble of 0.0% 00 21:05 Im ||| 0< Chapter 55 I Don't Have TFor Your Childish Games arranging the matter with the hospital, and if she refuses to go now, it will makelook bad." Brenna ignored her and kept her focus on her meal.

Livid at her defiance, Ernst firmly declared, "You're going to the hospital with us today. I'm not my parents, so I won't let you get away with this. If you refuse, I will tell my parents and grandparents that your resemblance to my mother is because of plastic surgery." Brenna met his cold gaze unflinchingly. Then, she calmly finished her coffee and grabbed her backpack and phone to leave. "Go ahead. Let's see who will believe you. I'm busy. I don't have tfor your childish games." She shot Ernst a disdainful look. "With your intelligence, how did you even becthe Vice President of the Harper Group?" Ernst watched her walk away with an icy gaze. But for all his anger, there was nothing he could do to stop her.

Unbeknownst to them, Luther and Tessa exited the elevator just in tto witness the scene. The former didn't hesitate and scolded his grandson, "Almost 30 but still so immature. I think your parents were right to send you for straining at the primary level of the company."

"Grandpa..." Rosie slipped into her usual coy self and approached Luther. "What did Frist do wrong?! What's so bad about having a doctor check Brenna? What is she afraid of if she hasn't had plastic surgery? I think she's feeling uneasy." Luther sat down calmly. "Letask you this-what do you plan to do if it turns out Brenna hasn't had surgery? And if she has, then what? She's your family! And this is how you want to treat her?" The last two sentences were punctuated by a sharp slap on the table.

Rosie and Ernst flinched. Seeing the anger in Luther's eyes, they dared not say another word.

Instead, they exchanged uneasy glances as they realized something. The whole family was on Brenna's side. To everyone else, they were the unreasonable ones.

Before they could say anything, Luther said, "This nonsense ends now. We agreed to a DNA test, But pushing for a cosmetic surgery check? That crosses the line. You're not treating Brenna as family. Ernst, you're supposed to be her brother. If she were really your sister, would you apologize to her?" His voice was firm, and his expression was serious.

Ernst was speechless. He had never considered that question before, nor had he ever thought of apologizing to Brenna. All he saw was how easily she had deceived the whole family.

Luther let out a heavy snort. "You wouldn't, right? I knew it!" Ernst hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Grandpa, if Brenna were my real sister, I'd apologize to her. But she really is materialistic-"

Luther's cane struck the floor with a sharp crack. "Materialistic? And how exactly is she materialistic? Because she accepts gifts from her elders in the family? Every year, I buy you gifts and send you money, and you accept them all. Does that make you materialistic, too?" 100.0%