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The crowd had gathered primarily to witness the unfolding drama, with many unable to suppress their chuckles, curious about Brenna’s next move should it turn out she wasn’t a true Harper.
What would become of Shepard’s and Giselle’s recent actions? Rumor had it that the couple had already embraced Brenna as their own, lavishing her with presents and even a house. The potential revelation of Brenna not being their biological daughter could lead to quite an embarrassing situation.
The tension in the room escalated.
Several relatives close to Brenna shot Rosie disapproving glares. They believed that even if Rosie felt that way, she shouldn’t have said it out loud. Shepard, Giselle, and Dalton were visibly the most displeased.
In a moment of frankness, Dalton confronted Rosie in front of the family, asking, “What are you implying, Rosie? Do you wish Brenna wasn’t a part of our family?”
Only then did Rosie comprehend the gravity of her words. Though she acknowledged her impulsiveness, she remained defiant, standing her ground.
“That’s not my intention. Despite my feelings toward her, Uncle Shepard and Aunt Giselle hold her dear. I wouldn’t wish to see their hearts break. However, Brenna’s deceitful plots against our family cannot be ignored, and I refuse to stand by and let someone like her join our family!”
Dalton, unable to hide his skepticism any longer, said directly, “You seem quite confident. Have you tampered with the samples?”
Panic flickered across Rosie’s face for a brief moment before she regained her composure. She was the only one aware that she had swapped Brenna’s hair samples with Rachael’s. Surely, no one else would know that.
“Would I really stoop to such deceit?” Rosie retorted. “Sure, Brenna bears a striking resemblance to Aunt Giselle, but their personalities are worlds apart. Brenna doesn’t embody the Harper spirit. I haven’t tampered with anything. The truth will come out on its own.”
Anticipation gnawed at her as she awaited the test results. Despite her confidence, a nagging doubt lingered that something could still go wrong.
Impatiently, she said to the staff members, “Just tell us the results now.”
Luther and Tessa moved closer, equally anxious about the revelations. Disappointment and coldness emanated from Shepard and Giselle as they looked at Rosie.
Meanwhile, Giselle reassured Brenna with a gentle squeeze of her hand, saying, “Don’t worry, my dear; I know you are my daughter.”
Rosie’s disdain bubbled over, and she couldn’t resist scoffing, “Aunt Giselle, you’re being duped. Brenna’s a master manipulator. She wormed her way into our family for the money. If the tests show she’s not your daughter, she should repay every penny she has taken from the family. We can’t let her exploit our family like this!”
A coldness descended in Giselle’s eyes, the affection she once had for Rosie evaporating. She felt a profound sense of betrayal, thinking of all the years she had cared for Rosie. Her biological daughter had returned, yet Rosie not only failed to congratulate her but also targeted her daughter repeatedly.
Rosie’s brimming overconfidence left everyone present wrestling with the suspicion that she might know something they didn’t.
Luther stepped in, seeking to restore some peace. “Let’s all settle down and see what the results are,” he said.
With a nod, Rosie attempted to mask her arrogance. “Sure, Grandpa. Just remember not to get too upset when the results are revealed.”
At that moment, a staff member stepped forward with the test results, beginning with the first report. “Commissioned by Miss Rosie Harper, this test confirms that there is no biological link between Miss Brenna Harper and Mr. Shepard Harper.”
A triumphant glow appeared on Rosie’s face as she grasped the document, her voice dripping with superiority. “Listen, everyone, Brenna isn’t a true Harper! Just as I suspected, she’s a fraud. She needs to return everything she has taken from our family immediately!”
Murmurs spread through the assembled onlookers, many of whom turned to stare at Brenna.
Caught off guard, Brenna tried to maintain her composure. She knew Rosie would stir up trouble for her, but she wasn’t entirely sure if Rosie had tampered with the samples.
Proudly, Rosie flaunted the document to Shepard and Giselle. “Look, Uncle Shepard, Aunt Giselle, this proves Brenna isn’t your daughter.”
The couple briefly examined the document before dismissing it and handing it back to Rosie.
Observing their subdued reaction, Rosie said, “I understand this is shocking to you, but we must face the reality here.”
Meanwhile, Luther, his face a mask of neutrality, eyed the staff holding the remaining documents. “What about the other three tests? Let’s see the results of those as well.”
A sense of unease washed over Rosie as a thought struck her. Had others submitted samples for tests, too?
“What other tests? What do you mean?” she asked.
Shepard cleared his throat, his tone stern. “Your grandfather, Ernst, and I also provided samples for tests.”
A wave of panic washed over Rosie as she realized the gravity of the situation she might now face.
Anxiety surged through Rosie as the possibility of Brenna’s public acceptance into the Harper family sank in, unsettling her deeply.
Her dignity hung by a thread, yet she concealed her fears beneath a mask of calm. “It’s just a bunch of tests. Clearly, they’re doubting your story; that’s why they wanted to do more tests. So don’t celebrate too soon, Brenna. There are still three results pending, and they might all show you don’t belong to the Harper family.”
She then gave a sharp, condescending laugh, challenging Brenna to respond.
Fed up with Rosie’s attitude, Brenna retorted with a sharp-edged smile, “You seem awfully confident about this. Did you perhaps tamper with the results?”
Suspicious glances landed on Rosie, making her shift uneasily. She was especially unsettled by Luther’s judgmental gaze, intensified by his recent displeasure toward her.
“If you tampered with the results, Rosie, you’ll face severe consequences,” Luther warned in a firm voice.
Burdened with guilt, Rosie attempted an innocent demeanor. “Grandpa, you know I wouldn’t do such a thing. I want Uncle Shepard’s real daughter to return as much as anyone, but we can’t simply accept anyone as family without proof,” she said.
She endeavored to dissociate herself from any blame.
The lab technician then presented the results for the remaining three tests, saying, “These results all confirm a biological father-daughter relationship.”
Rosie’s complexion drained of color as she gasped, “No way! How can this be?”
Her eyes darted around the room, meeting the stern gazes of the Harper family members.
She realized she was alone in her fight. Although they had tasked her with submitting the samples, they had evidently submitted their own in secret.
It was clear to her-they didn’t trust her.