The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 64

Chapter 64 It Really Hurts

"Brenna, are you ready?" Dalton knocked gently on the door before he eased it open and stepped in

Rosie clutched her wrist, her face twisted in agony as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Pointing an angry finger at Brenna, she said, "Dalton, Brenna has been bullying me!"

She held out her wrist toward Dalton. "Look! My wrist is broken-hurts like hell. Brenna just tried to straight-up kill me!" she exclaimed, exaggerating

Dalton's face hardened, his expression turning cold as he scrutinized Rosie's wrist. "It looks fine to me," he said.

Rosie was taken aback. Dalton had always been her guardian angel, fussing even over the tiniest nick. Yet now, despite her wrist being swollen and ostensibly fractured, he dismissed it as nothing

"Dalton, my wrist is broken. Brenna twisted it. Can't you see the damage?" she said.

The pain was undeniable-sharp and biting, freezing her movements with fear. She wasn't being melodramatic she truly believed her wrist was broken.

Meanwhile, Brenna stood nearby, her arms folded, observing Rosie's dramatic display with a cool detachment. "Dalton, I didn't harm her. She pilfered my things, and when I caught her red-handed, she concocted this story to deflect blame," she said.

She extended a USB drive towards Dalton. "Here, see for yourself. It's crammed with my design files that she has copied."

The USB drive, equipped with dual connectors, could be seamlessly plugged into a phone.

Dalton's brow furrowed as he accepted the USB and connected it to his phone without a second's delay.

In a fit of desperation, Rosie lunged to reclaim the USB, but even the slightest movement sent a lance of pain shooting through her wrist. Sobbing, she exclaimed, "Dalton, my wrist is broken, and you're just standing there, letting her slander me?"

careful examination, even drawing it

Rosie winced. "It hurts

streaked her face as she whimpered, "Don't touch it. My wrist is

"Rosie, enough with the theatrics. There's not even a hint of redness now. How could it

a beat, he took her wrist and turned it slightly, his brows lifting when he found nothing

collapsed to the

the household staff, with Rachael and Julia

at Brenna. "Miss Brenna Harper, how dare you

her? Dalton is here too- why didn't

scoffed as she helped Rosie to her feet, her voice dripping

could he ever bully her?

could barely stand, leaned heavily on Rachael, her eyes

marks on her wrist baffled her, she could clearly

severe pain.

kill me!

call my grandparents over. I refuse

hurt."

was wearing thin. Before his return, Rosie had filled the family

turning everyone against

witnessed

now she was even accusing Brenna of

voice at Rosie. "Enough! Your wrist looks perfectly fine-it's not even red.