Chapter 28
Chapter 28:
She couldn’t afford to let them see her bullying Brenna.
Brenna’s dress was a featured piece from a world-famous fashion magazine, and she carried it with the effortless elegance of a runway model.
A thought sparked in Rosie’s mind. She made her way to the fridge, retrieved two ice creams, and extended one toward Brenna.
“This is handmade by our personal chef,” she said sweetly. “No artificial additives. It’s much better than any ice cream you’ve had before. Try it p>
Brenna didn’t even move. She wasn’t foolish enough to fall for Rosie’s sudden kindness; she knew she had ulterior motives.
“No, thanks,” she replied.
At that moment, Brenna noticed a black sedan roll through the gates. She turned and headed toward the entrance.
Just then, the ice cream slipped from Rosie’s hand, splattering against her dress. A thick, sticky stain spread across the elegant material, dripping onto her shoes.
Limping after Brenna, Rosie headed to the car to open the door.
Before anyone could even step out of the car, she exclaimed dramatically, “Grandpa! Grandma! Look at her! I tried to be nice by offering her ice cream, but she refused and made a mess! Now my dress is ruined p>
Rosie wanted their grandmother, Tessa Harper, to see Brenna as nothing but trouble—a reckless, inconsiderate woman who didn’t belong in the family. If she could paint Brenna in a bad light from the start, it would be much easier to get rid of her.
She pouted, putting on a wounded expression. “Grandma, you have to do something about her p>
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To make her case stronger, she stretched out her foot, making sure the thick bandage around her ankle was clearly visible.
Tessa had always been fond of Rosie, her affection deepened by sympathy. Having lost her parents at a young age and been raised by her second uncle and aunt, Rosie had always received much more indulgence from Tessa.
“You should go change. It’s important to stay presentable,” Tessa said. Despite her affection, Tessa was not blind to manipulation. She had lived long enough to know Rosie wasn’t just complaining—she was stirring up trouble for Brenna.
Brenna watched their exchange without a hint of emotion, making no effort to insert herself. She wasn’t interested in currying favor. If this family didn’t want her, she would just leave and live on her own.
From the other side of the car, Luther Harper stepped out. Dressed in a sharp suit, he carried himself with quiet authority. His hair had turned completely gray, and his back was bent with age. But his eyes softened when they landed on Brenna.
He walked slowly toward her, tears gathering in his eyes as he gently grasped her arms.
Brenna met his gaze, her tone polite as she said, “Nice to meet you, Grandpa p>