The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 No One Stands By Rosie's Side

Shepard's face contorted with rage, his hands curling into tight fists. If Rosie weren't the last remaining child of his late younger brother, he would have dealt with her harshly a while ago.

The others-Luther, Tessa, and Giselle-all glared at Rosie with anger.

But Rosie stood her ground, chin lifted in defiance. Her smug eyes seemed to be saying to Brenna, "Go ahead, try to fight back. No one will listen to you. This family is on my side-who are you to spend thirty million like you belong here?"

Just then, a sharp slap resounded, the sting spreading across Rosie's cheek, her head snapping to the side.

Dazed, Rosie looked up in shock, only to see Luther's trembling hand still in the air.

His face had reddened with fury. "Brenna is your family," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "How could you say something so vile about her?"

Tears welled in Rosie's eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek, her expression one of sheer disbelief. "I knew it," she choked out. "Since my parents are gone, no one cares about me anymore!"

She then turned and ran upstairs, sobbing.

Luther's body swayed unsteadily, his breathing shallow as dizziness overtook him.

Shepard was at his side in an instant. "Dad, please-stay calm. Don't get upset," he quickly said.

The elevator doors slid open, and Ableson stepped out just in time to witness the scene. His face tightened with concern as he rushed over. "Dad, you can't let this get to you. Your health comes first. Let us deal with the younger generation ourselves."

touched. Unlike the Barretts, the Harpers didn't dismiss her or treat her with indifference. They trusted

closer, steadying Luther as he sat down. With gentle hands, she pressed her fingers to his temples, working in slow, careful circles. Her voice was calm and reassuring as she massaged him. "Grandpa, those clothes didn't cost anything. M&G's founder

head lightening. The relief was so profound that his body seemed to sink into

had received countless massages from professional massage therapists before, but none had been this calming. Brenna's touch found every tension

him.

Soothe

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fashion world, an elusive figure who rarely made public appearances. High-society elites large for her works, some waiting years just for a

into the local market woon i you're interested, I can arrange for her to design something for

go after Rosie, Brenna decided

someone to have connections with such an influential figure and effortlessly offer custom designs for her mother, she had to be exceptional

her own right.

Luther felt regretful deep down. He should have ensured Brenna

the start instead of leaving her to figure things out on

just as guilty. They had mistakenly listened to Rosie- assuming that

made the effort regardless, whether or not they knew her size

silently acknowledging their failure. They had unintentionally neglected

easing his discomfort with such care and patience, they realized just