Chapter 118
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As Brenna descended the stairs, she saw her uncle stepping out of the elevator. Curious, she approached him and asked, “Uncle Ableson, why are you moving out?”
She couldn’t shake the feeling that she might have unintentionally upset him, causing him to move now.
Ableson invited her to sit beside him on the couch. “Let’s have a chat.”
Brenna sat down and asked, “Uncle, have I done something to upset you?”
Laughing warmly, Ableson reassured her, “Oh, not at all! You’ve been nothing but delightful.”
He gently rolled up his trousers, revealing his prosthetic leg—a sight Brenna hadn’t seen since her return.
Before coming back, she had heard he was bedridden, but upon arrival, she found him healthy and mobile, not paralyzed at all.
“This… Uncle Ableson…” Stunned, Brenna struggled to find words.
Ableson rolled the fabric back down and said, “Your father insisted I stay here out of concern for my well-being, fearing I wouldn’t get proper care elsewhere. But my wife has been a strong support, making sure I have everything I need. We’ve found a property on the outskirts that’s already set up to suit us. It’s time for us to have our own space, especially now that all my children have grown up. That’s why we’ve decided to move.”
At her bedroom window, Rosie watched with a sardonic smile as Brenna stepped into Dalton’s sleek car.
With a derisive chuckle, she taunted under her breath, “Thinking you’re someone special just because you have a celebrity brother, Brenna? Dalton has just returned, and you’re already clinging to him. Do you want the whole world to know he has such a plain sister like you? How shameless!”
Rosie stayed by the window, her eyes following the sports car until it disappeared from view. Then, she turned to leave.
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As she opened her door and stepped out, Rosie glimpsed into Brenna’s open room. Inside, Julia was efficiently cleaning, swiftly transforming the disorderly space into one as immaculate as a luxury hotel suite.
Everyone knew Brenna had once been relegated to the smallest room at the Barrett estate, her living conditions barely better than an attic storeroom.
Rosie couldn’t help but think how unsuitable it was for Brenna to reside in the opulent Harper home. The thought only reinforced her belief that Brenna truly didn’t belong there.
After finishing up, Julia stepped out of Brenna’s room, offering Rosie a courteous nod.
Pointing to the waste bin near the door, Rosie instructed, “Take this out, too.”
Julia dutifully carried away the trash.
Rosie lingered by the door, pretending to be busy with her phone, keeping an eye on Julia until she rounded the stairwell corner.
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