Chapter 127
Chapter 127:
The doctor, observing the lack of any physical injury, mused silently on the drama often brought on by the wealthy for minor or nonexistent injuries.
Meanwhile, Brenna watched Rosie with an indifferent, almost amused look. “Cut the act. The tests show there’s nothing wrong. You can’t seriously still be claiming to be in pain, right?” she said.
Rosie, however, maintained that her pain persisted, albeit diminished. She turned to the doctor, puzzled and upset. Why couldn’t the doctor see that she was indeed injured?
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing? I want a different doctor!” Rosie shouted, her anger boiling over.
Dalton’s frustration reached a tipping point. “That’s enough! The tests are clear—no injuries, no fractures. How can you continue to complain of pain p>
Feeling deeply aggrieved, Rosie glared at Brenna and said, “Something’s not right. How can the doctors find nothing wrong? Brenna, what have you done to me p>
Dalton stepped in to protect Brenna, visibly annoyed. “You’re obviously fine. I’m taking Brenna to an art exhibit now. I don’t have time for this. You can go back on your own,” he said.
With a sly smile, Brenna waved at Rosie and left with Dalton.
Yet Rosie was not ready to give up. She enlisted Rachael’s help to consult several more doctors, all of whom found no physical ailments, leaving them confused by her claims.
Despite the doctors’ assessments, the pain felt agonizingly real to Rosie.
In the hospital corridor, Rosie tearfully left a voice message for Ernst. “Ernst, Brenna is bullying me. I merely accessed her computer, and she hurt my wrist for it. Now, my wrist is in so much pain that I can barely move it. She refuses to apologize, claiming I’m making a fuss over nothing. I found that she has taken numerous advanced designs, possibly for the competition. This isn’t how our family behaves. We can’t let her do something so reckless to embarrass us p>
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As night settled in, Dalton’s luxury sports car pulled into the driveway, its engine fading to a quiet hum as the vehicle came to 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 cautious as they followed Brenna toward the elevator.