Chapter 97
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Rosie’s smirk widened. “Did you all hear that? All Ernst did was suggest a simple test, and she immediately tried to back out. Her reluctance says it all—maybe she really did alter her face to look like Giselle,” she said.
Brenna stared at Rosie for a moment, then said in a measured and firm voice, “I haven’t undergone any cosmetic surgery, and I refuse to go to the hospital for an examination because the very suggestion is an insult.”
She then turned to Giselle and Shepard. “Do you both want me to take the examination?” she asked.
Giselle had no doubts about Brenna’s identity. She said, “Brenna, I believe you’re truly our daughter. We don’t need any test results to confirm it! No matter what others say, I trust you.”
Shepard also stood by Brenna’s side without hesitation. “Exactly, Brenna. I have no doubts, either. With your brilliance, you clearly take after me. There’s no need for any verification. Rosie, you’re taking this too far.”
He turned to glare at Rosie.
Rosie bit her lower lip in fury, but she forced herself to remain composed. If she lost her temper now, she would never succeed in driving Brenna away.
She said, “Dad, Mom, I understand how you feel. I also hope she’s not an imposter. But let’s be realistic—our family isn’t ordinary. We have immense wealth. If Brenna is lying and you grant her shares, she could manipulate things and put the Harper Group at risk. We can’t afford to be careless. A simple check-up is all it takes. If Brenna doesn’t want to go to the hospital, I have a friend who’s a plastic surgeon. He can come here and examine her.”
Once her friend arrived, the answer to whether Brenna had undergone surgery would rest entirely in her hands.
Rosie scoffed inwardly, eager to see how Brenna would handle the situation.
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Ernst turned to Brenna, a skeptical look in his eyes. “Are you refusing the test because you indeed had plastic surgery before? Don’t take us for fools. If you refuse, there’s no way I will acknowledge you as a member of our Harper family. Besides, you have been back for days and haven’t even once called my parents ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad.’ That’s very odd.”
Brenna clenched her fists, realizing that the rich families were even more deceitful and manipulative than the Barrett family.
She let out a cold chuckle, her eyes glinting with sarcasm. “And if the doctor confirms I’ve never had surgery, will you then say that facial similarities mean…
“Nothing, and that my resemblance to the family members doesn’t prove my identity?”
Ernst faltered for a moment. That was exactly what he had been thinking. After a pause, he responded directly, “Of course.”
Rosie felt a surge of satisfaction. With Ernst siding with her and their grandparents and uncle yet to voice their opinions, she was certain they all supported her stance.
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