Chapter 135
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Proudly, Rosie flaunted the document to Shepard and Giselle. “Look, Uncle Shepard, Aunt Giselle, this proves Brenna isn’t your daughter.”
The couple briefly examined the document before dismissing it and handing it back to Rosie.
Observing their subdued reaction, Rosie said, “I understand this is shocking to you, but we must face the reality here.”
Meanwhile, Luther, his face a mask of neutrality, eyed the staff holding the remaining documents. “What about the other three tests? Let’s see the results of those as well.”
A sense of unease washed over Rosie as a thought struck her. Had others submitted samples for tests, too?
“What other tests? What do you mean?” she asked.
Shepard cleared his throat, his tone stern. “Your grandfather, Ernst, and I also provided samples for tests.”
A wave of panic washed over Rosie as she realized the gravity of the situation she might now face.
Anxiety surged through Rosie as the possibility of Brenna’s public acceptance into the Harper family sank in, unsettling her deeply.
Her dignity hung by a thread, yet she concealed her fears beneath a mask of calm. “It’s just a bunch of tests. Clearly, they’re doubting your story; that’s why they wanted to do more tests. So don’t celebrate too soon, Brenna. There are still three results pending, and they might all show you don’t belong to the Harper family.”
She then gave a sharp, condescending laugh, challenging Brenna to respond.
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Fed up with Rosie’s attitude, Brenna retorted with a sharp-edged smile, “You seem awfully confident about this. Did you perhaps tamper with the results?”
Suspicious glances landed on Rosie, making her shift uneasily. She was especially unsettled by Luther’s judgmental gaze, intensified by his recent displeasure toward her.
“If you tampered with the results, Rosie, you’ll face severe consequences,” Luther warned in a firm voice.
Burdened with guilt, Rosie attempted an innocent demeanor. “Grandpa, you know I wouldn’t do such a thing. I want Uncle Shepard’s real daughter to return as much as anyone, but we can’t simply accept anyone as family without proof,” she said.
She endeavored to dissociate herself from any blame.
The lab technician then presented the results for the remaining three tests, saying, “These results all confirm a biological father-daughter relationship.”
Rosie’s complexion drained of color as she gasped, “No way! How can this be?”
Her eyes darted around the room, meeting the stern gazes of the Harper family members.
She realized she was alone in her fight. Although they had tasked her with submitting the samples, they had evidently submitted their own in secret.
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