Chapter 55

Chapter 55 I Don't Have

Time For Your Childish...

In the morning, Brenna came down the stairs with her backpack. Rosie and Ernst were at the table, already

done with breakfast. They seemed deep in conversation but went silent the moment they saw her.

Brenna only cast them a brief glance, then headed to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"I've already arranged everything with the hospital. We're going now to check if you've had any cosmetic

surgery," Rosie said to Brenna firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Brenna took a slow sip of the coffee. The coffee was too bitter. Ignoring Rosie's words, she set the cup down

and gestured for the servant to bring some sugar.

"Did you hear me? I already made an appointment with the hospital. A friend of mine is a plastic surgeon, and

he'll check you," Rosie said, clearly annoyed.

Seeing Brenna's indifference, Ernst frowned. He said to Brenna, "What's with that attitude? Rosie's just trying to help. How can you just ignore her? That is so rude."

A smug look crossed Rosie's face. She was confident Ernst would take her side. He always did. She believed the thought that she was setting Brenna up never even crossed his mind.

To Ernst, she was the perfect sister-sweet, clever, and gentle. She had always been kind in his eyes.

wasn't in Ernst's

look. She waited, believing Brenna would have to agree

scoffed. "You really think she is

had

she was just waiting for her to walk right into

saw things differently.

Grandpa, and Grandma didn't agree to this. They only approved a DNA test. Now, just because I won't cooperate, you're calling me scared? You just want to accuse me of having

her breakfast and casually sent a message on her

concern her.

at her! Is it so wrong to ask her to prove she hasn't had plastic surgery? If she really looks like Mom naturally, why not just cooperate?

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hospital, and if she refuses to go

her and kept her focus

"You're going to

won't let you get away with this. If you refuse, I will tell my parents

backpack and phone to leave. "Go

your intelligence, how did

Harper Group?"

for all his anger,

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