Chapter 109
Chapter 109:
Brenna raised an eyebrow, finding the situation amusing. She said to Rosie, “So, you actually hired someone to verify whether I’ve had plastic surgery? And who is this exactly? What are his credentials? How long has he been in the field? Is he even qualified p>
She stepped closer, gripping his name tag for a better look. It read: Hackett Martinez, Resident Physician.
From what she knew, a resident physician was barely above a fresh graduate. They had only just gained the authority to diagnose and prescribe medication independently, and chances were, this man wasn’t even permitted to perform surgeries yet.
For someone with such unimpressive credentials, he certainly was bold to come to the Harper residence.
“This guy doesn’t seem very reliable.” Brenna made her stance clear and turned to head upstairs.
Rosie, infuriated by Brenna’s dismissive attitude, stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “You’re not going anywhere! He’s my friend! He graduated with a PhD from a top foreign university—he’s qualified enough to examine you p>
She then turned to Hackett. “Come here; examine her now p>
Before Hackett could respond, a series of sharp honks cut through the air. A sleek black luxury van glided into the driveway. The door swung open, and a stylish young man stepped out of the car.
He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and an effortless air of confidence. Carrying a stack of shopping bags, he strode briskly into the living room.
Brenna had seen the Harper family’s group photo before, so she recognized him immediately—he was Dalton, her second elder brother. He was a renowned celebrity.
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Rosie’s face lit up with excitement. Dalton had always been the most indulgent toward her, showering her with gifts whenever he visited and never refusing her requests for signed photos.
She eagerly rushed over, her eyes locked onto the bags in his hands. Reaching out, she tried to take them from him. “Dalton! Why didn’t you tell me you were returning? I would’ve gone to pick you up p>
Instead of answering Rosie, Dalton looked at Brenna, studying her composed and strikingly beautiful sister with curiosity. “You must be Brenna,” he said.
Rosie tugged at the bags again, expecting him to hand them over. “Dalton, you can give me these now p>
Dalton continued to ignore Rosie. He pulled the bags away from her and handed them to Brenna. “Brenna, I have been buried in work these past few days and couldn’t return sooner. I apologize for not coming home to see you sooner. These are for you—you have to accept them and forgive me p>