Chapter 441
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At the first light of dawn, the Harper family headed out toward Luther’s estate for the weekend.
Even Abelson’s family was going there, making it a final gathering before Lennon’s semester commenced.
By nine in the morning, the family vehicles had taken over the manor’s cobblestone courtyard.
In the gazebo, Rosie was spending time with Luther and Tessa.
Her words, sweet and engaging, drew smiles from the elders.
“Dad! Mom! Brenna!” Rosie exclaimed as she saw them arrive. “You are finally here. I’ve missed you so much!”
Rosie sat between Luther and Tessa, radiating practiced innocence as she greeted each family member with grace. To most, she appeared the same well-mannered young lady they had always known.
Only Brenna saw through the performance. She remembered Rosie sneering at the staff with thinly veiled contempt. Not only that, but she also recalled Rosie’s ruthless, underhanded schemes to win Ethan over.
Now, the same schemer posed as a virtuous, graceful woman.
Brenna took her seat with a faint smile and greeted her grandparents.
Luther, ever observant, had long noted Brenna’s quiet, restrained nature. Her demeanor was different from Rosie’s and Audre’s clingy displays of affection. Even a simple greeting from her was a welcome surprise.
What really piqued his interest was the news surrounding Brenna. He had learned she had military ties and formidable capabilities. In his mind, this distant granddaughter might outshine even his grandsons, probably becoming the Harper Group’s future leader.
If only Brenna would soften that steely exterior and show a little more warmth toward the family, she would be the perfect heiress.
Tessa reached over and clasped her hand, eyes tender. “Is Ethan here?” she asked softly, comforted by the thought that this often-overlooked granddaughter had finally found someone worthy.
“Not yet. He’s been busy lately,” Brenna replied with a small smile, making an effort to soften her demeanor. “He’ll be here around noon.”
“Wonderful! Now that you’re together, spend more time with him.”
Tessa picked up a small bunch of grapes and offered them to Brenna. “Try these. They’re from our vineyard.”
“Thank you.” Brenna took one and tasted it. She was then surprised by the great flavor.
“It tastes good, right? Take a few crates home. Our greenhouses have five grape varieties, heirloom tomatoes, even fresh corn.” Tessa continued to offer Brenna fruits from the vineyard. Her genuine care touched Brenna more than she cared to admit.
Brenna had braced herself for criticism from her grandparents. She had been certain Rosie had spent her recovery time badmouthing her to them.
But her grandparents were treating her well now.
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