Chapter 140
Chapter 140:
With a quiver in her voice, Rosie looked at Tessa, her frustration spilling over. “Grandma, how can you say that I’ve wronged her? I’ve always been happy for Uncle Shepard and Aunt Giselle for finding their lost daughter. How could I possibly want to harm their daughter? I did not tamper with the samples at all! Brenna clearly doesn’t belong to our family!” she exclaimed.
Tessa’s voice was sharp, cutting through the thick tension that filled the room. “Enough with the lies, Rosie. Your grandfather had the doctor secretly take Brenna’s blood, and your uncle Shepard did the same. Why did their samples come back fine, yet the ones you submitted are different? If you continue to hide the truth, I will have no choice but to kick you out of the house p>
Rosie’s breath caught in her throat as tears fell from her eyes. She turned her gaze to Ernst, silently pleading with him to come to her defense.
But Ernst, his expression colder than Rosie had ever seen, was resolutely silent. His gaze was heavy with disappointment; the warmth that had once radiated from him was now replaced with an unyielding chill. His words then struck like a betrayal.
“Rosie, it’s time to face reality. I personally took a few strands of Brenna’s hair and sent them alongside my father’s for testing. The results were clear; Brenna is indeed my father’s biological daughter. If you admit your mistake now, I’m still willing to treat you like family. You’re still my cousin, and I’ll support you. But if you continue to lie, I can’t do that anymore p>
Rosie’s heart sank, a wave of desperation flooding over her.
Even Ernst—her cousin, the one person she had always relied on—had turned against her. She couldn’t comprehend it. How had she lost the family’s trust? How had Brenna become the center of attention, receiving all the love and support?
Anger and frustration surged within Rosie, a powerful mixture of betrayal and confusion. She couldn’t understand how things had changed so completely like this.
𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽
Observing the shift in Rosie’s expression, Luther knew exactly what she was thinking. His voice was firm, devoid of any sympathy, as he said, “If you refuse to take responsibility for your actions, you must leave. You have plenty of properties under your name—don’t think you can continue living in this house without p>
Admitting what you did p>
Rosie stood still, her mind caught in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Moving out would mean losing everything—no one would care for her anymore. Staying, however, came with a different kind of security. She would have a home and the comfort of Ernst’s love. Maybe if she behaved better, Uncle Shepard and Aunt Giselle would allow her to call them “Mom” and “Dad” again.
If she left, all she would have were the Harper family shares—a cold, empty consolation prize. The possibility of moving on without the Harper family’s attention and care left her feeling utterly helpless.
As these thoughts swirled in Rosie’s mind, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, her chest tightening with emotion. The weight of her decisions crushed her. With a voice choked with regret, she spoke.