Chapter 41
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Frustrated but unwilling to argue further, Brenna turned and strode away. If they didn’t want her here, she saw no reason to stay.
Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button and waited, ignoring the two security guards nearby who remained on high alert, watching her every move as if expecting her to cause trouble.
When the elevator doors slid open, a hospital bed was wheeled out, carrying an elderly woman whose silver hair was neatly combed yet dulled by illness. Brenna barely spared a glance at first, but when her eyes flicked to the people accompanying the patient, she stiffened.
It was the Barrett family—Alec, Ruby, and Isabella.
Before Brenna could react, Isabella glared at her. She recognized Brenna in an instant, despite the mask partially concealing her face. Isabella quickly took in Brenna’s outfit; she didn’t recognize the brand, but it looked expensive.
“Brenna, what are you doing here?” Isabella snapped, stepping out of the elevator and yanking Brenna into the hallway. Her voice carried enough accusation to make—
Heads turned. “Don’t tell me you came running just because you heard Grandma is sick. Are you hoping she’ll vouch for you so you can crawl back into our family?”
Brenna pulled free from Isabella’s grasp and dusted off the sleeve Isabella had touched as if wiping away dirt. “I have my own reasons for being here,” she said coldly.
She then glanced at the frail woman on the bed. Her eyes were shut tight, her face etched with pain.
“What happened to Grandma?” Brenna asked, stepping forward, intending to check on her condition. Unlike the rest of the Barretts, her adoptive grandmother had always treated her kindly. Now that she was unwell, how could Brenna not be concerned?
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Isabella stepped in front of the bed, blocking Brenna’s path. “Stay away from her!” she exclaimed. “You’re no longer part of our family. Don’t think for a second that you can waltz back in.”
As if only now noticing the quality of Brenna’s clothing, Isabella frowned with suspicion. The outfit was clearly designer—far beyond anything Brenna should be able to afford. Had Brenna become some rich man’s mistress?
Isabella said, “Brenna, even if the Harper family isn’t wealthy, you should still crawl back to that backwater place they came from. Shirie isn’t for people like you. Get lost while you still can, or my family and I will make sure you regret staying.”
Alec and Ruby shot Brenna disdainful glances before pushing the hospital bed into Room 111 and slamming the door shut behind them.
Worried about her adoptive grandmother, Brenna turned sharply to Isabella, her voice edged with anger. “Tell me what happened to Grandma! When I left yesterday, she was fine. Did you upset her?”
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