The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 447:

“Glad you think that,” Brenna responded, her voice chilling.

She expressed her disdain without holding back. Standing firm, she saw no point in sugarcoating the truth.

Others’ opinions were not important to her.

Rosie stole a glance at Luther’s stormy face and said, “Brenna is right—daughters do come before nieces. It has always been me who crossed the line.”

Just as Luther was about to scold Brenna, Dalton stepped in, saying, “How could you say something like that? Brenna has accepted your return, Rosie.”

Lennon lost his temper. “That’s enough of the sneaky remarks,” he said to Rosie.

Tears began to form in Rosie’s eyes. “I’m genuinely thankful to be welcomed back, yet I can’t shake the fear that Brenna might be displeased with my return.”

She caught Lennon’s frown. The whole family seemed to be on Brenna’s side.

A wave of sharp disbelief washed over her.noveldrama

How had things come to this?

A pang of genuine sorrow twisted her heart as she faced the cousins she had grown up with, her expression turning sad. Then, the realization hit her—their betrayal had one cause. With her parents gone, there was no one left to defend her.

Meanwhile, Brenna still had her parents despite everything that had happened. At that moment, a wave of intense hatred for the Harper family, who had failed her, surged within Rosie.

They were traitors, each and every one of them!

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Lennon,” Rosie said, her fingers nervously pulling at her sweater. “It’s just… I’m scared that Brenna holds a grudge against me.”

Brenna could see through her act. “That’s absurd. I welcome you to come back.”

She strengthened her determination—if Rosie tried to stir up trouble again, no elder’s intervention would make her hold back from letting Rosie face the consequences.

Audrey, visibly disgusted by Rosie’s manipulative tactics toward the whole family, rattled her fruit basket and said to Brenna, “Brenna, would you mind helping with the salad? These grapes need washing.”

Brenna nodded. Carrying their baskets, Brenna and Audrey went to the kitchen, accompanied by a few servants.

Ernst looked at Rosie, his eyes filled with anger. The person he had grown up with had turned into this… schemer.

Complaining to Grandpa like a snitch? Truly pathetic.

“Ethan will arrive any minute,” Ernst said. “I’m going to get the wine and barbecue fixings ready.” Lennon and Dalton tagged along.

“I’ve known Rosie all these years,” Lennon said. “Never realized her capacity for deceit. How could she run to Grandpa and complain after being justly expelled?”

“Do you remember how much you spoiled her?” Dalton asked. “Look at what she’s turned into. Did you see the expressions on Dad’s and Uncle’s faces earlier? They must have been scolded by Grandpa.”

Ernst responded, his voice heavy with disappointment, “Yes, I saw it. Rosie overstepped first, which led to her exile by Mom and Dad. And yet, she pulled Grandpa into the matter and forced Mom and Dad to take her back.”

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