The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 600:

Brenna didn’t bother to put on a polite facade either. Her gaze was sharp and laced with disdain. She had never been one to curry favor with those who disliked her, no matter their status. Even if Elsa one day became her mother-in-law, she had no intention of lowering herself to earn her approval.

“Take a look at this,” Brenna said, lifting her phone for Elsa to see. The screen showed an ongoing call to Ethan. “Every word you said today—your son heard it all loud and clear.”

She didn’t care if this sparked a war between Ethan and Elsa. She had no intention of swallowing her grievances or suffering in silence. As expected, Elsa’s expression soured instantly. “You!”

“Goodbye, Mrs. Mitchell,” Brenna said, steering Giselle swiftly toward the exit.

They left the tension-filled dining room behind and emerged into the hallway, where they noticed Kenny. He was casually leaning against a wall, his eyes fixated on a nearby promotional poster.

things had gone smoothly, Giselle and Brenna would have stayed

squarely on Elsa’s shoulders. Kenny had lived under Elsa’s suffocating need for control all his life and had grown

to be Ethan today had been a terrible idea. If it caused Brenna any misunderstandings, that

strode toward Brenna and Giselle, his expression somber. “Mrs. Harper, Miss Harper,

shake of his head, his eyes tinged with remorse. “I’m deeply sorry. Please,

down, reignited with a fierce glare. “Not a bad person? Really? What are you even trying to say? Did you not hear the words she said just moments ago? Is this how a parent should behave? If she disapproves of Brenna, she could simply be upfront about it. But all these deceptions, these manipulations… it’s absurd! Brenna doesn’t have to be with Ethan. The world is full

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆

over at Brenna, who watched the confrontation with a cool, almost amused detachment. She remained silent, choosing not to

I acknowledge my mother crossed a line, and I am here to apologize on her

families had any formal ties or engagements. This entire dinner was a farce, a stage set by your mother to belittle us. Your