Chapter 27
Chapter 27:
When Rosie stepped out of the doctor’s office, she finally checked her phone. As she scrolled through the messages, she clicked on the pictures Rachael had sent. She gasped in disbelief. “How on earth p>
The clothes in those photos… They weren’t just expensive. They were M&G’s exclusive, unreleased collection—pieces only seen in private fashion circles.
She had tried to secure them two months ago, but even with her connections, she was told they were unavailable. Yet somehow, Brenna—who had nothing—had gotten her hands on them. She was trembling with anger.
This couldn’t be happening. She had to take them from Brenna. Jaw tightening, she flung open the car door and got inside, saying sharply, “Drive p>
To her irritation, the car remained eerily silent—no engine start, no acknowledgment from the driver. Even if Neville worked for Ethan, he was still just an employee. How dare he just disregard her like this? She snapped her head up, ready to scold him—only to find the driver’s seat completely empty. Neville was already gone.
Grinding her teeth, she had no choice but to drive herself home.
Brenna had only just returned, yet the Harpers’ absence made it clear she was being disregarded, their indifference bordering on coldness. Still, she refused to let it affect her composure. Having never known the warmth of a real family in the Barrett household, she held onto a sliver of hope that things might be different with the Harpers.
Their reception was disappointing, but she wasn’t ready to write them off just yet. At exactly six o’clock, she came downstairs to the first-floor living room, waiting for the Harper family members to return. She scrolled through her phone while she waited, replying to messages. Rosie was the first to return. Brenna barely looked up before going back to her screen, disregarding Rosie.
Rosie looked at Brenna. Brenna lounged on the leather sofa, her smooth skin illuminated under the soft lighting. Her long, tea-colored curls, streaked with blue highlights, cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a beige floral dress that looked somewhat out of place. Looking at her, Rosie felt irritated.
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Yet, despite the mismatched outfit, Brenna’s beauty was undeniable—her delicate face captivating even without makeup. Sitting there in quiet composure, she looked like she had stepped straight out of a movie.
Rosie strode over and scoffed, “Didn’t you see me walk in? Why didn’t you greet me? So rude p>
Brenna’s eyes flicked to Rosie’s ankle—wrapped in thick bandages. She had seen Rosie walking just fine earlier. She didn’t look like someone injured at all.
She snorted inwardly, instantly realizing that Rosie had been putting on an act for Ethan back at the restaurant.
“I only hear a stupid donkey braying,” Brenna said coldly, not even bothering to look up.
Rosie’s jaw clenched in fury, and she checked the time. It was eight past six in the evening. Her grandparents would be back soon.