The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1290:

Not wasting a second, Brenna said, “I hear you, Grandma. I just feel uneasy about her intentions. Even if Rosie meant what she said, I won’t hold it over her head.”

Shepard joined the conversation. “We all get it. Rosie’s dealing with her problems, and she slips up with her words sometimes. There’s no point turning this into something major.”

Rosie sat there, fuming. Her appetite vanished. It felt like everyone had already made up their minds that she was in the wrong.

Frustration burned inside her, but she kept silent, worried that speaking up would only make things worse. It was so infuriating.

Morning brought a new day, and Brenna skipped work to visit Ellie’s shop. Brenna soon pulled into the parking lot of Ellie’s newest location. The store was massive compared to the old one and boasted a roomy sewing studio. Ellie concentrated on slicing fabric, her brow knitted with frustration; she looked unhappy with what she was doing.

“Who are these clothes for?” As Brenna wandered through the store, she paused. She saw the shelves crowded with new fabrics and realized Ellie’s order list was growing. There were even a couple of new faces bustling around. Clearly, Ellie had brought on extra help.

Mr. Hall from Plomond. Never mind that. Come on. Let’s get to the hospital.” She

direction. “Who’s that?

Brenna, keeping her answer

simply picked up her purse and headed out of the shop with Brenna. As they walked, she remarked, “Your bodyguard looks like she means

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but I’ve yet to see what she can really do,” Brenna shrugged, glancing at Ellie’s stomach. Then, she tossed out a question. “If someone’s belly is just beginning to show and you can tell they’re pregnant,

attention. “Probably past three months, maybe closer to four. Why, who’s

Brenna replied with a nod. “I

carrying someone else’s child? Do you know who the father

think it’s Waldo. You met him once, during that tennis

drive was short, and soon, they reached the

but Brenna relied on her family’s influence to jump the queue and book Ellie with the hospital’s top obstetrician. There was no denying the reality—Ellie’s results showed she