The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 18 Chapter 18 No One Stands By Rosie's Side Shepard's face contorted with rage, his hands curling into tight fists. If Rosie weren't the last remaining child of his late younger brother, he would have dealt with her harshly a while ago.

The others-Luther, Tessa, and Giselle-all glared at Rosie with anger.

But Rosie stood her ground, chin lifted in defiance. Her smug eyes seemed to be saying to Brenna, "Go ahead, try to fight back. No one will listen to you. This family is on my side-who are you to spend thirty million like you belong here?" Just then, a sharp slap resounded, the sting spreading across Rosie's cheek, her head snapping to the side. Dazed, Rosie looked up in shock, only to see Luther's trembling hand still in the air.

His face had reddened with fury. "Brenna is your family," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "How could you say something so vile about her?" Tears welled in Rosie's eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek, her expression one of sheer disbelief. "I knew it," she choked out. "Since my parents are gone, no one cares aboutanymore!" She then turned and ran upstairs, sobbing.

Luther's body swayed unsteadily, his breathing shallow as dizziness overtook him.

Shepard was at his side in an instant. "Dad, please-stay calm. Don't get upset," he quickly said.

The elevator doors slid open, and Ableson stepped out just in tto witness the scene. His face tightened with concern as he rushed over. "Dad, you can't let this get to you. Your health comes first. Let us deal with the younger generation ourselves." Brenna was touched. Unlike the Barretts, the Harpers didn't dismiss her or treat her with indifference. They trusted her and cared about her.

She moved closer, steadying Luther as he sat down. With gentle hands, she pressed her fingers to his temples, working in slow, careful circles. Her voice was calm and reassuring as she massaged him. "Grandpa, those clothes didn't cost anything. M&G's founder is a friend of mine-she gave them toas a gift." Almost instantly, Luther's tension eased, his aching head lightening. The relief was so profound that his body seemed to sink into relaxation.

He had received countless massages from professional massage therapists before, but none had been this calming. Brenna's touch found every tension point with effortless skill, applying just enough pressu: him.

Soothe "You know the founder of M&G personally?" Giselle's voice held a note of surprise. The founder of M&G was a 0.0% 20:02 ||| < mystery in the fashion world, an elusive figure who rarely made public appearances. High-society elites large for her works, swaiting years just for a single custom piece Brenna nodded. "We've been friends for a long time. She's planning to expand into the local market woon i you're interested, I can arrange for her to design something for you." Noticing that Giselle made no move to go after Rosie, Brenna decided to take the first step to be nice to Giselle Luther's spirits lifted noticeably, and he couldn't help but admire Brenda For someone to have connections with such an influential figure and effortlessly offer custom designs for her mother, she had to be exceptional in her own right.

But at the stime, Luther felt regretful deep down. He should have ensured Brenna had everything she needed from the start instead of leaving her to figure things out on her own.

Shepard and Giselle felt just as guilty. They had mistakenly listened to Rosie- assuming that not knowing Brenna's size or preferences justified not preparing any clothes for her.

They should have made the effort regardless, whether or not they knew her size or style preferences.

The couple shared a remorseful glance, silently acknowledging their failure. They had unintentionally neglected their daughter, but to their relief, Brenna didn't seem to resent them for it.

As they observed Brenna attentively tending to Luther, easing his discomfort with such care and patience, they realized just how devoted and considerate she truly was.

"Brenna, what size do you wear? And what kind of styles do you like? I'll place an order right away," Giselle said, pulled out her phone, and began contacting multiple brand store managers, arranging for a selection of clothes, shoes, and bags to be delivered right away. A small smile tugged at Brenna's lips as she told Giselle her size.

She didn't specify her style preferences-she usually dressed according to the occasion.

Giselle, with her sharp fashion sense, quickly pieced together outfit choices in her mind, matching Brenna's aura effortlessly.

On the couch, Tessa held Luther's hand, watching him closely. She had been worried about him coffad under the stress. A heart attack, a stroke-either could have been triggered by his rising temper. But Brenna continued her slow, steady work, her touch soft as she massaged Luther.

The harsh pulse in Luther's temples faded, his breathing settling into an even rhythm.

"Where did you learn this?" he asked Brenna. "You are really good at massaging." Brenna's eyes twinkled with a knowing glint. "It's just something I picked up before," she said lightly. "Do you feel better now, Grandpa?"

Luther nodded, sighing in relief.

"Much better. You're a good girl. I shouldn't have indulged Rosie for so long. I let her get away with too much. But don't worry. If she does something like this again, she'll face real consequences. I will make sure she learns her lesson." 100 0% 20.03