Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Dalton Returns

Brenna spent het morning treating Vincent. By the afternoon, she was at the studio, finalizing the sale of her

cargo ship's nuclear power system design. She also evaluated drafts submitted by several designers for other clients. By the time she arrived home, night had already fallen.

Downstairs, Rosie sat in the living room with a man dressed in a white coat. The rest of the Harper family was

absent, likely occupied with their own affairs.

Brenna wasn't the least bit surprised. Each member of the Harper family had their own responsibilities, so it

was natural for them not to be home from time to time.

Rosie stormed up to Brenna, seething. "What have you been doing all day? I called and messaged you, but you

ignored me! Do you even realize how long the two of us have been waiting for you here?"

It was only then that Brenna fully noticed the man beside Rosie. He seemed to be in his early thirties, his face

mostly hidden behind a medical mask, with only a pair of deep eyes visible. From what little she could see, he

was quite handsome.

A name tag was pinned to his coat, displaying his photo and department details.

labeled "Dorhill Medical Plastic Surgery Hospital" rested at his feet. Brenna raised an eyebrow, finding the situation amusing. She

surgery? And who is this exactly? What are his credentials? How long has he been in

tag for a better look. It read: Hackett

just gained authority to

someone with such unimpressive credentials, he certainly was bold

made her

her path. "You're not going anywhere! He's my friend! He graduated with a PhD from a top foreign university-he's qualified enough to examine

turned to Hackett. "Come here;

Hackett could respond, a series of sharp honks cut through the air. A sleek black luxury van glided into the driveway. The door swung open, and

confidence. Carrying

room.

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had seen the Harper family's group photo before, so she recognized him immediately-he was Dalton,

up with excitement. Dalton had always been the most

he visited and never refusing her requests for

her eyes locked onto the bags in his hands. Reaching out,

you tell me you were returning? I would've gone to pick

looked at Brenna, studying her composed

be Brenna,"

to hand them over.

“Brenna, I have been buried in work these past few days and couldn't return sooner. I apologize for

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