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The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 60
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Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Moving Out Dalte couldn't help but notice how Brenna seemed entirely indifferent to the entire process of verification and its result puzzled him deeply.

He fell e rense of sympathy for her, a wave of sadness washing over him as he thought about her situation Aft just returning, she now found herself forced to prove who she was under such intense scrutiny. Who wouldn't feel hurt being treated like that? Her resilience was notable, anyone less strong might not have lasted in such an environment.

In a moment of frustration, Dalton approached Ernst and said, “Ernst, this is going overboard. Rosie may be your cousin, but Brenna is your biological sister. How can you question your sister like this? I witnessed the DNA test our parents conducted. It was accurate, no need for a redo. Plus, a well-known site wouldn't offer such services if they weren't legitimate." Ernst seemed irked, barely paying attention. "Stop rambling, Dalton. There's no harm in being cautious. A second test is harmless. Brenna, you don't mind, do you?" With a comforting squeeze on Dalton's arm, Brenna reassured him with a smile, indicating that she was perfectly fine with it.

It doesn't bother me. We've already agreed to the bet. As long as you're ready to face the possibility of losing, I'm in," Brenna said boldly, locking eyes with Ernst without fear.

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As Luther watched the scene unfold, he felt conflicted. His grandchildren were each as stubborn as the next. Ernst, in particular, stood out with his usual overconfidence. He had sailed through life with little resistance and had never faced any real challenges.

Luther interjected, "The deal is set, and I've had the secretariat announce it within the company." He turned to Ernst. "Ernst, if Brenna truly belongs to the Harper family, you stand to lose it all. Brace yourself, for I will show no mercy when the tcomes." Ernst remained defiant and replied, "Grandfather, Brenna's boldness is unlike anything I've seen. We're already at the point of conducting a DNA test, yet she's not backing down. If she truly does not belong to the Harper family, then I'll not let her off easily." With an air of arrogance, Rosie shared a glance with Ernst before walking over to Brenna. Without any hesitation, she reached out and pulled a few hairs from Brenna's head.

Brenna winced from the unexpected pain. "What are you doing?" Rosie, holding the hair strands with a sneer, replied, "I am getting your hair for the test, obviously." "You could've been more gentle," Brenna said as she ran her fingers over her scalp. Then, she looked at the strands of hair Rosie had pulled out, noting the color and the length.

Rosie ignored her and walked towards Shepard. "Uncle Shepard, I need a few of your hair strands, too. Just five should be enough." Though clearly displeased, Shepard reluctantly pulled out a few hairs and handed them to Rosie.

Rosie, struggling to hide her delight, was quietly plotting something deceitful. She intended to switch the hair samples to ensure the test results to show Brenna did not belong to the family.

With a mocking gesture, she waved the hair samples in front of Brenna. "I'm sending these straight to the top forensic lab at Shirie's," she said, her tone deliberately provocative.

As the belonging ght of dawn filled the sky the next day, Brenna observed the servants working quickly to move in the fifth floor.

She stopped julia, puzzled. "What's all this commotion about? Who's moving out?" "It's Mr. Ableson Harper and his family. They've been thinking about living more independently for a while now. The children are all adults now, and Mr. Harper is in good health. With your return, things are getting a bit cramped, so it's tfor them to have a place of their own," Julia replied.

Continuing her tasks, Julia disappeared downstairs with a box.

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As Brenna made her way down the stairs, she saw her uncle stepping out of the elevator intrigued, she walked over to him and said, "Uncle Ableson, why are you moving out?" She couldn't shake the thought that she might have unintentionally upse moving out now.

Ableson invited her to sit beside him on the couch. "Let's have a chat." Brenna sat down and asked, "Uncle, have I done something to upset you?" him, and that was why he was Laughing warmly, Ableson reassured her, "Oh, not at all! You've been nothing but delightful." He then gently rolled up his trousers, revealing his prosthetic leg, a sight Brenna hadn't witnessed since her return.

Before returning, she had heard he was bedridden, but upon arrival, she had found him healthy and mobile, not paralyzed at all. "This... Uncle Ableson..." Stunned, Brenna struggled for words.

Ableson rolled down the fabric and said, "Your father insisted I stay here out of concern for my well-being, afraid I wouldn't get proper carem anywhere else. But my wife has been astrong support, making sure I have everything I need. We've found a property on the outskirts that's already set up to suit our needs. It's tfor us to have our own space, especially now that all of my children. have grown up. That's why we've decided to move."