Chapter 106
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Shepard jabbed a finger toward the door. “Go and apologize to your sister.”
Ernst folded his arms and replied, “Not until a DNA test confirms she’s actually my sister. I’m not going to apologize to a stranger or accept her as family.”
With that, he turned and left the room.
Giselle, seething, turned to her husband. “Unbelievable. How could he act this way toward his own sister? He has completely lost his mind. He doesn’t even recognize who his real sister is.”
Shepard’s expression darkened. “This is my fault. I was too softhearted back then and allowed Rosie to call us Mom and Dad, even though she wasn’t our daughter. Now, we’re paying the price.”
Giselle sighed. “I know… I just worry that Rosie won’t understand us. She might think we don’t love her anymore. What if she resents us for this?”
Shepard waved his hand dismissively. “Then let her. I won’t let our real daughter suffer because of her. Still, no matter what happens, I’ll always take care of her—as her uncle.”
Giselle gave a solemn nod. “Exactly. We can’t let our real daughter be mistreated. Rosie deliberately targeted our daughter today—we have to protect our daughter. Brenna has already endured so much hardship out there. She shouldn’t have to suffer in her own home, too.”
The moment Rosie stepped into her room, her tears stopped. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. The sorrow on her face vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.
Rachael entered, balancing a plate of neatly sliced fruit. She blinked in concern as she took in Rosie’s red eyes. “Miss Harper, eat some fruit,” she said softly.
Rosie sat motionless, lost in thought.
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Rachael set the plate down gently and spoke cautiously. “I heard what you said to Mrs. Harper. You’re pushing them to turn against their own daughter. That’s not the way to handle this.”
Rosie glanced up, surprised by Rachael’s words. “Then tell me—what should I do? I’m not lying. Without a DNA test, we have no way of proving Brenna belongs to this family. So what’s wrong with me doubting her identity?”
In the morning, Brenna came down the stairs with her backpack. Rosie and Ernst were at the table, already done with breakfast. They seemed deep in conversation but went silent the moment they saw her. Brenna only cast them a brief glance, then headed to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I’ve already arranged everything with the hospital. We’re going now to check if you’ve had any cosmetic surgery,” Rosie said to Brenna firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Brenna took a slow sip of the coffee. The coffee was too bitter. Ignoring Rosie’s words, she set the cup down and gestured for the servant to bring some sugar.
“Did you hear me? I already made an appointment with the hospital. A friend of mine is a plastic surgeon, and he’ll check you,” Rosie said, clearly annoyed.
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