Chapter 203
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She was furious. Her clothes had been torn, and she was certain Brenna was responsible. She said, her voice filled with anger, “If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be? You are the only person in this house who dislikes me!”
Brenna responded calmly yet firmly, “Yes, I don’t like you, but stooping to such pettiness isn’t my style. I’d advise you not to throw around accusations without evidence.”
Ethan, who had been observing the scene quietly from the doorway, looked over the remnants of the ruined garments. In his view, it was poetic justice—Rosie…
Ethan observed quietly, noting that Rosie was simply getting a taste of her own bitter medicine. He said, “Brenna is right. Accusations without proof are nothing more than defamation.”
His gaze softened as he looked at Brenna, reflecting that whoever had damaged Rosie’s wardrobe had been relatively restrained. After all, tearing a few dresses was hardly a severe punishment.
Rosie was wealthy enough to replace her entire closet without a dent in her finances. If it were up to him, Ethan might have orchestrated a wardrobe malfunction during a public event to embarrass Rosie thoroughly.
Simply slicing some dresses seemed almost too gentle.
Ethan was aware of the incident with Brenna’s dresses at the Peace Hotel and had personally reviewed the hotel’s security footage. Rosie had visited the dress storage room so often that it raised suspicion, although no concrete evidence was found.
“Let’s leave,” Ethan said to Brenna, tired of the pointless drama.
Sensing Ethan’s unwavering support, Brenna felt a surge of satisfaction. She smiled and said, “Why don’t you come up to my room for a while?”
𝙇ⲁ𝓉𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝖍ⲁρ𝓉𝗲𝓇𝓈 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“You’re not going anywhere!” Rosie exclaimed sharply. “There are cameras outside. Brenna, we need to review the tapes. I’m certain you’re responsible and you have to compensate me!”
Brenna brushed off her words and started to walk away.
Rosie chased after her and grabbed her arm to stop her. “You can’t just walk away! Rachael, pull up the surveillance footage now! No one else would stoop to such petty acts.”
Brenna turned to face her with a cold stare. “Go ahead and check it yourself. I wasn’t involved, so why should I bother?”
At that moment, Dalton was drawn by the noise and descended the stairs.
Seeing the chaos and the destroyed garments, he asked Rosie seriously, “What makes you so convinced Brenna is the culprit? Where’s your proof?”
Rosie’s anger flared. “Dalton, you too? Do you really think I’d make this up? Who else here would slash my clothes like this? The staff wouldn’t dare, and it wouldn’t be Mom, Dad, or you. Brenna is the only one with a motive.”
Dalton shook his head. “It’s not as clear-cut as you think. You haven’t always been kind to the staff. Perhaps someone took revenge.”
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