Chapter 108
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“Grandpa…” Rosie slipped into her usual coy self and approached Luther. “What did Ernst do wrong? What’s so bad about having a doctor check Brenna? What is she afraid of if she hasn’t had plastic surgery? I think she’s feeling uneasy.”
Luther sat down calmly. “Let me ask you this—what do you plan to do if it turns out Brenna hasn’t had surgery? And if she has, then what? She’s your family! And this is how you want to treat her?”
The last two sentences were punctuated by a sharp slap on the table. Rosie and Ernst flinched. Seeing the anger in Luther’s eyes, they dared not say another word.
Instead, they exchanged uneasy glances as they realized something. The whole family was on Brenna’s side. To everyone else, they were the unreasonable ones.
Before they could say anything, Luther said, “This nonsense ends now. We agreed to a DNA test. But pushing for a cosmetic surgery check? That crosses the line. You’re not treating Brenna as family. Ernst, you’re supposed to be her brother. If she were really your sister, would you apologize to her?”
His voice was firm, and his expression was serious.
Ernst was speechless. He had never considered that question before, nor had he ever thought of apologizing to Brenna. All he saw was how easily she had deceived the whole family.
Luther let out a heavy snort. “You wouldn’t, right? I knew it!”
Ernst hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Grandpa, if Brenna were my real sister, I’d apologize to her. But she really is materialistic—”
Luther’s cane struck the floor with a sharp crack. “Materialistic? And how exactly is she materialistic? Because she accepts gifts from her elders in the family? Every year, I buy you gifts and send you money, and you accept them all. Does that make you materialistic, too?”
Brenna spent her morning treating Vincent. By the afternoon, she was at the studio, finalizing the sale of her cargo ship’s nuclear power system design. She also evaluated drafts submitted by several designers for other clients. By the time she arrived home, night had already fallen.
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Downstairs, Rosie sat in the living room with a man dressed in a white coat. The rest of the Harper family was absent, likely occupied with their own affairs.
Brenna wasn’t the least bit surprised. Each member of the Harper family had their own responsibilities, so it was natural for them not to be home from time to time.
Rosie stormed up to Brenna, seething. “What have you been doing all day? I called and messaged you, but you ignored me! Do you even realize how long the two of us have been waiting for you here?”
It was only then that Brenna fully noticed the man beside Rosie. He seemed to be in his early thirties, his face mostly hidden behind a medical mask, with only a pair of deep eyes visible. From what little she could see, he was quite handsome.
A name tag was pinned to his coat, displaying his photo and department details.
A metal case labeled “Dot-hill Medical Plastic Surgery Hospital” rested at his feet.
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