The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Don't Let Rosie Manipulate The Truth As night settled in, Dalton's luxury sports car pulled into the driveway, its engine fading to a quiet hum as the vehicle cto a stop. The clock had already ticked past ten when he stepped out, ushering Brenna inside the house "Take those two paintings up to Brenna's room," Dalton instructed the servants, nodding toward the trunk as he made his way toward the front door.

The two paintings though modest in size, each held a unique charm. One depicted a rose bush in full bloom, its delicate petals seemingly alive with color, while the other portrayed a serene farmhouse courtyard. The imagery was rich with pastoral simplicity-a hen clucked softly, surrounded by her chicks, while the earth was dotted with sorghum. In the corner of the scene, a content cat rested, a chick perched serenely on its back, creating a moment of unexpected harmony.

Julia and a servant carefully lifted the paintings, their movements careful as they followed Brenna toward the elevator.

Julia's gaze lingered on the artworks with a mixture of curiosity and mild confusion. To her, they were pleasant enough-soft with layered colors and balanced compositions-but she couldn't quite grasp their deeper appeal. Why had Brenna chosen these particular pieces? As they entered the elevator, Julia turned to Brenna, her tone polite but tinged with curiosity. "Miss Harper, where would you like these paintings hung? Brenna glanced at the paintings thoughtfully before answering, her tone calm and certain, "Place the rose painting above the living room sofa. The one with the hen should be placed above my desk." As Brenna and Dalton exited the elevator on the third floor, they immediately found themselves confronted by Ernst, standing at the end of the hallway. His stance was rigid, his arms crossed as his gaze hardened, focusing directly on them. He was wearing a dark expression.

"Brenna, Ernst began, his voice firm but controlled, "I understand you have just returned and need care, attention, and affirmation. But you can't achieve that at the expense of others." Brenna immediately detected the sharpness in his tone. It didn't seem like he was making things difficult for her, but it was clear that he was lashing out on her for Rosie's sake.

His hands were tucked into his pockets, his broad shoulders were tense, and his dark brows furrowed deeply. His usually composed face was now etched with solemnity. He was clearly serious about what he was saying Dalton, too, sensed the underlying tension and stepped forward, his voice tinged with irritation. "What are you getting at, Ernst? What exactly did Brenna do wrong? Speak plainly." The weight of Dalton's words hung heavy in the room, thickening the already tense atmosphere. Sensing an 00% Chapter 66 Don't Let Manipulate The Truth impending argument, the servants silently slipped past them with the paintings, moving discreetly into Brenna's room, avoiding getting caught in the brewing conflict.

Just then, Roxie's deer creaked open, and she emerged, her right wrist wrapped in thick bandages. She approached trest timidly, her steps hesitant, and positioned herself beside him, instinctively hiding behind him as though seeking protection. Her wide eyes darted toward Brenna, she looked like she was afraid of Brenna. Ernst, please, don't be angry,' Rosie said, her voice soft and almost apologetic. Her eyes flickered to Brenna, but she quickly turned away. "Looking back, I'm sure Brenna didn't mean to hurt me. We should just forget matter. It's really not a big deal if I'm a little upset. Brenna has just cback and has had such a before- maybe we should be more patient with her. We should accommodate her and compensate ba bes more Rosor extended her bandaged wrist toward Ernst, the gesture calculated as though showcasing her vulnerability to elicit sympathy T'm fine, truly I understand Brenna's need for attention," she continued, her voice sweet but edged with something else. "I realize I might have overlooked her feelings before, and I'm willing to let this matter slide..." Brenna watched Rosie, almost impressed by her calculated performance.

Ernst's gaze flicked to Rosie's bandaged wrist, his expression hardening as he turned to Brenna. His voice was cold, deliberate, and carried a subtle weight of accusation. "Injuring Rosie like this, even the doctors couldn't detect her injury. I am truly impressed by your skills, Brenna. But let's be clear about something. You have indeed just returned and have suffered a lot outside the family. But we owe you nothing. Don't take your frustrations out on Rosie. You shouldn't have used the Harper family's wealth for your gain, and don't think you can steal other people's designs and get away with it. If this ever comes to light, you might be willing to let your reputation be ruined, but I can assure you, we won't let you drag us down with you."

Brenna's lips curled into a cold smile, her tone dripping with disdain. "Who exactly told you all that nonsense? Just because someone spouts En. accusations doesn't mean you have to believe them. Have you completely lost your ability to think and judge things for yourself?"

Dalton stepped forward, his voice firm and unwavering as he defended Brenna. "Ernst, Brenna's achievements speak for themselves. The She has more awards than I can count-are you suggesting they're just for show? The designs in question? They're hers, all hers. Don't listen to Rosie's lies. She's the one who snuck into Brenna's room, cracked her password, and stole her work. Brenna caught her in the act, and I witnessed it. Don't let Rosie manipulate the truth."

Rosie, clearly rattled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and defensiveness, shot back, "Dalton, what are you even saying? How could I have stolen Brenha's designs? I was simply worried that she might stray from the right path, so I checked on her work to ensure our family was not going to be embarrassed by her. After all, our family is one of the most prestigious families in Shirie. We can't afford to have someone shameless among us." Brenna shook her head, a faint, incredulous smile tugging at her lips as she marveled at Rosie's audacity. "Really?" she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You're so concerned about me. Tell me, did you find anything worth your efforts?" Rosie, undeterred, stood her ground, her confidence unshaken. She was banking on Ernst to inspect Brenna's designs personally.

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