The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 67 Chapter 67 I Don't Need Evidence To Prove This Brenna calm ved Rosie's tic shift in behavior. Rosie had abandoned her usual fiery tantrums for a more subdued, victim- like performance today.

Rosie's intent was clear: she aimed to elicit Ernst's sympathy.

After her act, Rosie, hiding her true satisfaction, awaited Brenna's anticipated defensive outburst with a sorrowful gaze.

After a brief pause, Brenna asked, "Are you done talking?" Rosie was caught off guard. Instead of the expected frantic defense, Brenna remained composed, which wasn't what she had expected.

Brenna said, "Unless you can substantiate your claims of plagiarism or copying, I'll be leaving now. I need to hang a couple of oil paintings I recently acquired in my room." Rosie was visibly flustered. Brenna demanding evidence was not part of her plan; Brenna was supposed to be vehemently proving she was the person who had created those designs.

How had the matter cto this? Weakly, Rosie turned to Ernst, saying, "Look at her, Ernst. She's so arrogant, askingfor proof. Isn't it evident? She's so young-how could she possibly have such advanced design skills? I don't need evidence to prove this." Ernst felt overwhelmed by Rosie's habitual troublemaking, his head aching. However, his criticism was directed not at Rosie but at Brenna's arrogance. He said, "Brenna, why so confrontational? Just provide the evidence if Rosie requests it. That would prove your talent and put this matter to rest, wouldn't it?" Dalton's temper flared as he raised his voice. "Ernst, this isn't just! Brenna shouldn't have to prove that. I think you are deliberately making things difficult for her. The burden of proof should fall on the accuser. Otherwise, she will have to spend her tproving herself whenever someone questions her." He turned his sharp gaze towards Rosie. "You're leveling baseless accusations. If you have any proof, present it. Otherwise, cease your malicious attacks. If this continues, I'll let Brenna sue you!" Brenna was touched by Dalton's fervent defense. At least there were still quite a few people in this family who had her back.

She observed Rosie, who appeared utterly disconcerted, struggling to articulate a response. Rosie repeatedly opened and closed her mouth, yet words failed her.

Dalton took Brenna by the wrist and confidently led her away, murmuring reassuringly, "Let's see if they dare 0.0% 23.19 Chapter 671 Don't Need Evidence To Prove This to smear your nnow. Do they think they can just trample over my sister without repercussions? I will always stand up for you!" Knowing Rosie could overhear, Brenna deliberately said, "From now on, Dalton, if I am facing any trouble, I will turn to you for your help." Rosie, not ready to concede, complained to Ernst, saying, "Ernst, aren't you going to step in? Why does Dalton trust her so much? Did I do anything wrong? How could someone so young ke her possess such refined design skills? That is simply impossible!" Irritation cre of Brenna Ernst's demeanor. Dalton, who had always deferred to him, now seemed estranged because Ernst then gave Rosie a disapproving glance, recognizing now that she was causing trouble on purpose. He couldn't fathom her persistent hostility toward Brenna.

He said to Rosie in a low voice, "There's truth in their words. If you suspect something, gather evidence instead of making baseless claims." Rosie waved her arm in objection. "And what about the bruise on my wrist? Is Brenna simply free to bullywithout consequence?" Ernst didn't reply and just walked away. Rosie's frustration boiled over, and she stamped her foot angrily. It seemed even Ernst was no longer on her side! Inside the room, two servants approached with durable hooks and pointed at a spot on the wall. "Mr. Dalton Harper, Miss Brenna Harper, would this location be suitable for the paintings?" The proposed spot sat nearly a meter beneath the ceiling.

"Raise it a bit," Dalton instructed, measuring the space visually from the couch to ensure the height was appropriate.

Julia shifted the hook up by ten centimeters and inquired, "Is this better?" "That's it, the perfect height," Dalton replied.

Once the paintings were securely hung, the servants left the room.

Dalton and Brenna stood together, appreciating the artwork depicting a hen with her chicks.

"Do you enjoy country life?" Dalton suddenly asked Brenna.

"Yes," Brenna responded wistfully. "I dream of living in the countryside one day, like our grandparents. F'dtend a garden, keep chickens and ducks, Π and perhaps even have a cat and a dog.” Her voice was full of excitement as she described her ideal future, her face glowing with joy.

"That sounds lovely, and you don't have to wait, you know. One of my friends' cat is expecting kittens soon. Would you like one?" Dalton said, his gaze tender. He admired not only Brenna's beauty but her intelligence as well.

"Absolutely," Brenna responded enthusiastically. She had longed for a cat back when she had been with the Barrett family, but Ruby had always objected the idea. Chapter 67 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.