Chapter 29
Chapter 29:
Luther nodded quickly, his voice warm with affection. “Good girl, you’ve been through so much. But don’t worry; you are home now. Oh, look at you, so thin! We need to make sure you’re eating properly from now on p>
Rosie quickly noticed Luther talking to Brenna. She turned to Luther with an exaggerated pout, pointing at her ankle. “Grandpa, I went to pick Brenna up because I wanted to do something nice for her, but she got mad that I was late and pushed me. That’s how I sprained my ankle p>
She didn’t even try to be subtle. Instead, she cast a smug glance at Brenna, waiting for her reaction. She had spent years crafting her image—the sweet, caring, well-behaved granddaughter.
She was the well-mannered girl everyone adored. She was kind to the staff, respectful to the elders, and never stirred up trouble.
Rosie had no doubt that everyone would take her side, never questioning whether she was falsely accusing Brenna.
She glared at Brenna, daring her to protest, fully convinced that Brenna’s attempt to defend herself would fall on deaf ears.
“Let’s see you try to take what’s mine. You don’t stand a chance!” Rosie gloated inwardly.
Brenna felt her anger burning, but she forced herself to stay calm. She needed to see how Luther and Tessa would react. If they sided with Rosie without hesitation, she would have no reason to stay in this family.
Tessa caught the restraint in Brenna’s eyes and frowned slightly. Something about Rosie’s behavior seemed unusual today—almost deliberately provocative.
“Look at you, all dirty,” she said to Rosie. “Shouldn’t you go change now p>
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Rosie wasn’t ready to let the matter go. She folded her arms across her chest, her voice rising. “Grandma, she bullied me, and you’re just dismissing it p>
Tessa turned to Brenna, taking her hand in a rare gesture of warmth. “Don’t mind her. She’s not usually like this—I don’t know what’s gotten into her today. Come on, let me have a good look at you. Oh, you do have your mother’s features,” she said.
Just then, two more cars pulled into the driveway. The door of the first swung open before a gorgeous woman rushed out, running straight for Brenna. Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around Brenna, holding her tightly.
“My daughter… I’ve been searching for you for twenty years. You’re finally home. I owe you so much p>
Brenna froze. She had spent years calling Ruby “Mom,” only to be met with coldness and neglect. She had learned not to expect warmth.
Now, Giselle was holding her like she was something precious, but the embrace felt unfamiliar. Brenna stood stiffly, her arms hanging awkwardly by her sides. She was unsure of what to do. The word “Mom” stuck in her throat.
A refined-looking man stepped out of the second car, his eyes locked onto Brenna. Shepard Harper believed he didn’t need a DNA test to confirm Brenna’s identity. She was the spitting image of his wife.