Chapter 63
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Rachael gently took the pillow from Rosie’s hands and placed it back on the bed. Then, she sat down across from her and looked at her tear-streaked face with a steady gaze. “Silly girl. Of course, she never saw you as her own daughter. Even Luther is siding with Brenna now. If you don’t start thinking clearly and planning to do something, there won’t be a place for you in this family.”
Rosie’s sobs grew heavier. “What can I do? They’re real mother and daughter.”
Rachael’s eyes hardened. She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped Rosie’s tears. “Stop crying and listen to me. From now on, treat your aunt Giselle like she’s your real mom. Keep calling her Mom. But you can’t openly oppose Brenna anymore. Not only should you avoid going against her, but you also need to be kind to her. Everyone’s watching. If you try anything reckless, they’ll see right through your scheme.”
Rosie blinked in surprise. “Do you have a plan?”
Rachael’s lips curled into a cold smile. “You understand they’re real mother and daughter, but you’re still acting recklessly? You need to think before you make a move. I overheard Mr. Mitchell downstairs talking to Luther about the marriage between your family and the Mitchell family. He wants to marry Brenna. That’s our biggest problem right now. We need to stop him from marrying Brenna.”
Rosie’s heart pounded. She had just heard Ethan call Brenna his fiancée, but she still couldn’t understand how he had fallen for her so quickly. Two days. That was all it took.
What had Brenna done to make Ethan choose her?
A wave of panic surged through Rosie. For years, she had clung to one dream—to marry Ethan, the wealthiest man in the world. With him as her husband, she would never have to worry about anything. No more fear of being cast aside. No more being at the mercy of others.
“Rachael, what should I do? Even my grandfather is on Brenna’s side now. If I tell him that I want to marry Ethan, he won’t support me,” Rosie said.
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
Rachael hadn’t found a solution yet, but one thing was for sure—Rosie’s approach earlier wasn’t working.
She said, “That’s exactly why you need to stop going after Brenna so openly. If you keep this up, the entire Harper family will side with her.”
Rosie crossed her arms and pouted. “I’m not giving up.”
She tightened her grip on her phone and ran through the list of family members in her mind. Not everyone was on Brenna’s side. A thought struck her. Without hesitation, she sent a message to Ernst, asking him to come home early for dinner.
That afternoon, Brenna decided not to go shopping with Giselle. The clothes Luca had sent over yesterday, along with the ones she had picked out today, totaled over a hundred outfits. They were more than enough for her.
Giselle, still carrying a sense of guilt, asked for Brenna’s bank account number and transferred fifty million to her. Along with that, she discreetly slipped a few property deeds into Brenna’s hands, all registered under her name. Brenna was moved by that. She wanted to call Giselle “Mom,” but the words caught in her throat.
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