The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 What A Hypocrite

Rosie lingered at the entrance of Linlake Villa, her voice trembling as she said to Ernst, “It doesn’t matter if I’m kicked out of the family.” She forced a few tears to fall. “But please don’t hold it against Brenna. I only fear… If I am pushed aside, there’ll be no place left for me at the Harper Group.”

After a pause, she continued, “Brenna despises me–you know she’ll oppose me at every turn. With Mom and Dad shielding her now, who remains to speak for me?”

Her shoulders shook with sudden sobs. “What becomes of me when she seeks revenge? What if she forces me out of the Harper Group, too?” She lifted her glistening eyes to Ernst. “The Harper Group belongs to our family -Grandpa built it. Doesn’t that mean I am entitled to some portion of its worth?”

Ernst gave a measured nod. “No one will exile you from the Harper Group. Remember, while Dad holds the majority of the shares, Grandpa’s influence still carries weight,” he said.

Rosie’s tearful facade faltered momentarily. “But Dad controls seventy percent of the shares,” she countered, her voice sharpening before softening again. “Doesn’t that render Grandpa’s role largely symbolic now?”

Ernst fixed Rosie with a steady, penetrating look, making her shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I’m wrong?” Rosie asked, her voice quivering slightly under the weight of his attention.

Ernst let out a measured breath before responding, “This isn’t the time for such discussion. Rather than obsessing over Brenna, you should channel your energy into managing your companies–that’s where your focus should lie.” His tone carried both admonishment and weary patience.

Rosie nodded obediently, her lashes fluttering. “You’re right. Could you… speak to Mom and Dad for me?” she

said.

Her voice quavered with practiced vulnerability. “I miss them terribly. I’ve been treating them like my real parents since childhood. It breaks my heart knowing I’ve disappointed them.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “I realize now how wrong I was to target Brenna. I promise it won’t happen again–please ask them to forgive

me.”

Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, Ernst couldn’t bring himself to scold Rosie any further, though he still struggled to understand her actions. “Rosie, can you tell me why you did that to Brenna?” he asked.

Rosie’s lips trembled as she hesitated, her voice barely audible. “Our family has a marriage agreement with the Mitchell family, right? Audrey never wanted Ethan, and I… I always assumed I would be the one to marry Ethan. But when Brenna returned to the family, everything changed. Ethan started treating her differently, and then, he proposed to her…”

Ernst’s gaze softened as realization dawned on him.

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CAMJAN 141 Vet Hypocrite

“The world isn’t lacking for good men,” he said firmly, his words a gentle reassurance. “Someone of your caliber will find a far better match.”

He knew all too well that matters of the heart couldn’t be forced he couldn’t make Ethan like Rosie.

Tears streaked Posie’s face, her features twisted in anguish. Yet beneath the surface, a bitter resentment simmered she knew deep down that Ernst would never support her in this matter. After all, he and Brenna were siblings. She was just a cousin to Ernst, unable to compare to Brenha. Ernst’s apparent care for her had always felt superficial.

Lowering her head, Rosie hid the venom in her gaze.

“I have a good friend, the heir of the Russell family,” Ernst said, his voice warm. “He just ended things with his girlfriend. I’ll introduce you two sometime.”

His hand briefly rested on Rosie’s shoulder. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

With that, he stepped into his car and drove away.

The moment Ernst left, Rosie’s face twisted in frustration. “You say you care, but you won’t lift a finger to help me when it truly matters. What a hypocrite,” she muttered bitterly, the words dripping with contempt.

Standing nearby, Rachael looked at Rosie, her heart aching for her. Unable to stay silent, she spoke up. “Miss Harper, despite everything, Mr. Harper is still useful to you. Don’t strain your relationship so easily.”

Rosie wiped away the last of her tears, her demeanor hardening. She said, “I know. I’m hungry now. Make me something to eat.”

Over the years, Rachael had proven herself to be the one who truly understood her needs and had always placed them above everything else. Though she had grown used to this loyalty, she couldn’t quite understand

the reasons behind it.

Seeing the storm cloud hanging over Rosie’s face, Rachael instantly understood that she was still brooding over the Harper family’s coldness toward her. With a quiet sigh, Rachael tried to offer some comfort, her voice soothing but practical. “Let it go, Miss Harper. If things don’t work out here, you could always try to win over your grandfather. There’s always someone in the family who cares about you.”

After a pause, she continued, “Why don’t you vent in your group chat? Share your side of things, talk about how Brenna has been treating you badly, and maybe they’ll stand up for you. You just need to let them know what’s been going on.”

Rosie’s house was a spacious 200–square–meter apartment that had stood vacant for years.

Rosie rarely stayed here before. She collapsed onto the couch, her fingers swiftly moving across the phone’s screen as she recounted her humiliating expulsion to Sylvie and Vivian, seeking their advice.

The crisp autumn air carried a newfound tranquility as the season’s golden hues settled over the city. Without Rosie at home to stir up trouble and because Ernst hadn’t been back for days, Brenna was finally enjoying some

peace.

The much–anticipated Monday arrived when the Harper Group would unveil the winners of its prestigious automotive design competition.

Headquarters buzzed with creative energy as they welcomed all seven hundred participating designers–from

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