The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Get Her An Old

Dress I’ve Worn

Brenna was taken aback. The Barretts had claimed that her eldest uncle was bedridden, yet here he wa standing before her, perfectly fine.

More than that, there was something about Ableson that put her at ease. It felt like reconnecting with an old

friend after years apart.

Brenna offered him a polite smile. “Hello, Uncle Ableson. I’m Brenna.”

Ableson nodded, glancing over her clothes. “You’ve had a difficult life out there, but now that you’re home, you’ll be well taken care of. If you need anything, just let your parents or me know.” He gestured inside. “Come inside. Let me show you around.”

The Harper family’s living room was vast, spanning at least a hundred square meters. Plush leather sofas were arranged neatly, and floor–to–ceiling windows flooded the space with natural light. The polished marble flooring gleamed beneath intricate rugs, and an open–concept dining and kitchen area stretched beyond. A long dining table, large enough to seat twenty, dominated the dining area, while several chefs worked efficiently in the state -of–the–art kitchen.

As they walked through the grand home, Ableson said to Brenna, “Your parents and Rosie live on the third floor, and your room is there as well. Your brothers stay on the fourth floor, while my family occupies the fifth. Your grandparents have the second floor to themselves, though they prefer the peace of the countryside estate. But when they heard you were coming home, they insisted on returning. They should arrive around six in the

evening.”

Ableson led Brenna into the elevator, taking her straight to the third floor. He stopped before a door on the east side and pushed it open. “This room has always been yours. For twenty years, it’s been cleaned daily, waiting for your return. Losing you was hard on the family, but now that you’re back, our family is finally complete.”

Just then, Julia stepped out of the room and said respectfully, “The room is ready.”

Rachael had followed Brenna and Ableson here and said eagerly, “Please allow me to take care of Miss Harper.” Ableson, still displeased by Rachael’s earlier behavior, didn’t bother hiding his irritation. He said sharply, “Brenna just got home. Make sure she has everything she needs and she is comfortable here.”

Rachael nodded quickly. “Of course, sir. Rest assured, I will take care of her needs.”

Ableson turned and left. The moment the elevator doors closed behind him, Rachael’s smile vanished.

Her eyes swept over Brenna’s outfit, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She believed Brenna had clearly spent her life in ordinary surroundings–how could she possibly fit in with the Harpers?

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Straightening up, she crossed her arms and said bluntly, “Miss Harper, I imagine you’re not used to this level of luxury. Let me tell you-

“You can leave now!” Brenna cut her off, striding toward the door and looking at her, her expression cold.

Rachael’s face darkened. “I’m the housekeeper of the Harper family. I run this household. How dare you treat

me with that attitude?” she said.

A dry chuckle escaped Brenna. “You’re just the housekeeper. Not the owner. Why are you acting like the owner

here? Get out.”

Rachael remained rooted to the spot as if the room belonged to her. “Miss Harper, I suggest you think carefully before disrespecting me. You just arrived. You’ll need my help in many ways. This room is 150 square meters, divided into a living area, a bedroom, a dressing room, and a private bathroom. Every necessity in the other rooms was personally arranged by me. You don’t have to thank me–it’s just part of my job.”

After a pause, she continued, “Of course, the dressing room is completely bare. Mrs. Harper didn’t know your size or your taste, so no clothes were prepared for you. But honestly, considering what you’re wearing now, I doubt you even have preferences. You wouldn’t want to meet the family looking like that, would you? I’ll get you something from Miss Rosie Harper’s closet. Otherwise, you will have to meet the others from the Harper family in your current outfit, and you will be looked down upon.”

As Rachael spoke, she lifted her chin arrogantly, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Brenna strode over to Rachael, grabbed her arm without warning, and shoved her out into the hallway. Then, she slammed the door shut.

Rachael stumbled, falling hard onto the floor. A sharp pain shot through her elbow. “How disrespectful! The Harper family is known for their manners, yet you have no respect!” she exclaimed in anger.

Just then, her phone buzzed with an incoming message from Rosie.

“How is the situation now?”

Rachael replied, “She’s in her room, acting all high and mighty. Don’t worry–I’ll put her in her place.”

“Go to my room and get her an old dress I’ve worn,” Rosie responded.

A slow smirk curled Rachael’s lips. “Understood,” she replied.

Rachael slipped her phone into her pocket and strode into the adjacent room. The dressing room was filled with an array of stylish, high–end clothing, some pieces still adorned with their original tags. As she sifted through the racks, she couldn’t stop thinking that Brenna had come back to steal everything from Rosie–the Harper couple’s love for Rosie, her place in the family, and even her fiancé.