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Feeling betrayed, Rosie perceived her relatives as duplicitous, presenting a facade of affection while scheming behind her back. She confronted Ernst directly, saying, “Ernst, why did you submit a set of samples as well? Don’t you trust me?”
Ernst looked back at her, his face etched with disappointment. He knew that the hair samples he had submitted confirmed Brenna as their father’s biological daughter, contrasting starkly with the samples Rosie had submitted.
What could this discrepancy mean?
Ernst suspected Rosie had manipulated the results, but given that she was his cousin and had endured the loss of her parents, he refrained from calling her out, choosing to preserve her dignity.
“It’s not that I lack trust in you; it’s more about being prudent,” he explained.
Rosie felt a sting in her heart. This was clearly an indication of their lack of trust in her.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Luther, his expression one of dismay, didn’t need further clarification. He had already pieced together the events. Of the four tests, three affirmed Brenna’s lineage, while only one contradicted it.
He let out a cold laugh, opting not to confront Rosie about her actions.
With a smile, Brenna stepped forward confidently and said, “I am a Harper. I’m the biological daughter of my parents. What do you want to say about that now, Rosie?”
After a pause, she continued in a cold voice, “You were the one who took that sample directly from my hair. Why does it indicate I’m not a Harper? Did you tamper with the test?”
Rosie, growing increasingly panicked, began to step back. “I didn’t tamper with anything! I didn’t! How could you accuse me of something like that? You shouldn’t make claims without proof!”
Rosie felt the weight of judgmental stares from the people around her, signaling the collapse of her meticulously crafted persona. Overwhelmed by the turn of events, she quickly left the scene, tears streaming down her face.
Around Brenna, the extended Harper family members gathered, offering warm greetings. While she returned their smiles, Brenna couldn’t forget the doubtful looks they had cast her way earlier and decided she wouldn’t get close to them.
Just then, Ethan approached her, beaming. “Congratulations!”
Outside, influencers invited by Rosie were poised to broadcast the event, aiming to tarnish Brenna’s image.
One particularly bold influencer stopped Rosie as she tried to leave. What had happened earlier had been streaming live, watched by millions.
Online viewers were now fully aware of Brenna’s story. They lavished praise on her for her poise, beauty, and grace.
“Miss Harper, now that you’re leaving, would you like to address the live audience?” the influencer asked Rosie.
Only then did Rosie remember the live stream, realizing the gravity of her situation. With many cameras already broadcasting, she scrambled for a way to salvage her image.
“There’s no need for that. My cousin’s return is a celebration, and I must organize a welcome banquet for her, so I’ll leave now,” she said.
Despite her attempt at damage control, the viewers were not fooled. They vividly remembered Rosie confidently asserting earlier that Brenna was not a Harper, and now her sudden change of attitude struck them as insincere.
The live stream’s chat section erupted with comments, openly criticizing Rosie for her two-faced behavior.
Attempts by Sylvie and Vivian to manipulate the online narrative with bots proved futile against the overwhelming real viewer reactions.
Brenna looked at Rosie with an icy stare as the latter uttered hollow, repugnant words, feeling a twist of discomfort within. Rosie had made a fuss for nothing; Brenna believed she must be feeling terrible now.
After all, Rosie had done a lot today.
Brenna walked toward the cluster of journalists, her demeanor radiating poise and beauty-the very picture of refinement.
Rosie caught sight of Brenna’s approach, and her heart skipped a beat, haunted by the fear that Brenna would air their dirty laundry for all to hear. That could spell disaster.
With a strained smile, Rosie mustered faux warmth. “Congratulations, Brenna, on your official entry into the Harper family,” she said.
Brenna offered a slight smile, allowing the people around to capture her best angles. She replied warmly to Rosie, “From this day forward, I am a Harper, all thanks to your relentless push for the family to verify my ties through DNA.”
“What are you implying, Brenna?” Rosie’s expression faltered slightly as she cursed Brenna inwardly.
She hastily corrected Brenna, saying, “It wasn’t solely my initiative; it was a collective decision by the Harper family. We did this for the family, and for the public as well.”
“Rosie, stop being so modest. The test was your crusade, so credit where it’s due,” Brenna responded with feigned innocence, her tone gentle and sweet.
The people around were all sharp-they picked up on the subtext in Brenna’s words in an instant.
A cherubic-faced female influencer inquired, “Miss Brenna Harper, is the Harper family planning a grand welcome-back party in your honor?”
A snazzily dressed male influencer asked, “And Miss Rosie Harper, since you’ve shown such consideration for Miss Brenna Harper, will you be extending invites to all the high flyers from Shirie to celebrate her return to the family?”
Rosie bristled at the question. She had only casually mentioned a welcome banquet earlier. She hadn’t expected them to take her words seriously.
She forced a smile. “Yes, I will summon all the socialites and heirs of Shirie to the Harper residence to celebrate Brenna’s return,” she said. Her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
She deeply regretted everything now. If she really gathered Shirie’s elite to welcome Brenna’s return, she would cement Brenna’s place in high society, which was the last thing she wanted.
No, even if she had to hold the banquet, she would have to find a way to humiliate Brenna at the event.
Looking back, she realized she had been too careless-she had never expected the other Harper family members to submit their own test samples.
She had let Brenna off the hook too easily.
Yet, it was too late for regrets now.
Still, she wasn’t down and out. Brenna’s entry into the Harper family didn’t mean she could take Ethan away or snatch the family shares. The upcoming design competition was her chance to tarnish Brenna’s image, ensuring the family disliked her.