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?"

glanced up and gave her wrist a careful examination,

"It hurts

as she whimpered, "Don't touch it. My wrist

a cold chuckle. "Rosie, enough with the theatrics. There's not even a hint of redness now.

turned

she collapsed to the floor, tears pouring down her

attention of the household staff, with Rachael and

"Miss Brenna Harper, how dare you bully Miss Rosie Harper

calmly, "Did you actually see me bully her? Dalton is here too- why didn't you accuse him of bullying

as she helped Rosie to her feet, her voice dripping with disdain as she said,

Miss Rosie Harper since childhood. How could he ever

that she could

of visible marks on

severe pain.

kill me! I'll tell

my grandparents over. I refuse to believe

hurt."

patience was wearing thin. Before his return, Rosie had filled

turning

witnessed firsthand how Rosie

even accusing Brenna of wanting

wrist looks perfectly