The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 72

Chapter 72 I Made A Mistake

Throughout une journey home, Rosie felt an unsettling knot in her stomach. She was haunted by the fear that Luther and Tessa would confront her, accusing her of being harsh and for turning against her cousin.

Every second of the ride, the anxiety clawed at her, but to her surprise, neither of them said a word about what had happened. It seemed they were completely unaware of what had happened, and with that, Rosie

allowed herself a brief moment of relief.

As they entered the house, Rosie found solace in the fact that the extended Harper family members had left the

Harper estate, and she hoped the matter had been buried.

But the atmosphere shifted as Luther and Tessa stepped into the living room.

They directed the servants to tidy up before settling onto the sofa, their expressions stern. Their sharp, unwavering gazes locked onto Rosie,

making her shift uncomfortably under their intense scrutiny.

Tessa broke the silence first, her voice firm as she said, "Rosie, we need the truth. That day, in front of the

entire family, you took a few strands of Brenna's hair and sent them to the DNA testing center. Tell us honestly

-did you tamper with the samples?"

Shepard, Giselle, Ernst, and Dalton sat on the adjacent sofa, their faces cold as they watched. None of them showed any inclination to defend Rosie, their silence speaking louder than words.

Brenna sat beside Tessa, her hands resting gently in her grandmother's. Tessa's voice, filled with calm authority," was gentle when she tried to comfort Brenna, saying, "Brenna, don't be afraid. In this family, we know the importance of right and wrong. Whoever errs must face the consequences, no exceptions."

A surge of warmth washed over Brenna at her words. Tessa, though not one to often express her emotions or share intimate conversations, had always made Brenna feel safe-never judging, always providing a sense of quiet support. Brenna always felt at ease with her by her side.

Brenna nodded and said, "I trust you, Grandma. I know you will stand up for me."

Tessa's hand gently brushed Brenna's hair, her eyes filled with tenderness. "You're such a thoughtful young woman. Even when Rosie has wronged you, you've never once complained. You have always considered her

parents-and haven't held it against her. You've been wronged, yet you've remained

staunchest supporter before, but now, that support seemed to have shifted

painful sense of abandonment.

a quiver in her voice, Rosie looked at Tessa, her frustration spilling over. "Grandma, how can you say that I've wronged

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to our family!" she exclaimed. Tessa's voice was sharp, cutting through the thick tension that filled the room. "Enough with the lies, Rosie. Your grandfather had the doctor secretly take Brenna's blood, and your uncle

Rosic

with

from her

come to her defense.

like a betrayal. “Rosie, it's time to face reality. I personally took a few strands of Brenna's hair and sent them alongside my father's for testing. The results were clear; Brenna is indeed my father's biological daughter. If you

if you continue to lie, I

a wave of desperation

had always relied on-had turned

it. How had she lost the family's trust? How had Brenna become the center of attention,

and frustration surged within Rosie, a powerful mixture of betrayal and confusion. She

how things had changed

Rosie's expression, Luther knew exactly what

any sympathy, as he said, "If you refuse to take responsibility

think you can continue living in

admitting what you did."

thoughts. Moving out would mean losing everything no one would care for her anymore. Staying, however, came with a different kind of securit, She would have a home and the comfort of Ernst's love. Maybe if she behaved better, Uncle Shepard and

the Harper family shares-a cold, empty consolation prize. The possibility of moving on without the Harper family's attention and care left her

voice choked with regret, she spoke. "I was wrong, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad...

her face,

her remorse.

couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. They exchanged uncertain glances, torn between their disappointment and the

had treated her like she were her daughter, and though her anger had

softened at the sight of Rosie's

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