The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20 I’m Here To Treat Him

By seven in the morning, Brenna had already freshened up and was making her way downstairs.

As she entered the dining room, her gaze landed on a man seated at the table. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with neatly trimmed jet–black hair that added a polished yet stylish touch to his sharp features. Dressed in a simple black shirt, he exuded quiet authority. His lips pressed into a firm line as he cast a disinterested glance in Brenna’s direction before refocusing on his breakfast, making it clear he had no interest in talking to her.

Brenna immediately assumed this must be her eldest brother, Ernst, But judging by his cold demeanor, he wasn’t eager to acknowledge her. Without pushing for interaction, she just offered him a polite smile before heading straight to the kitchen.

Inside, Julia and two other maids were busy preparing the morning meal. Brenna scanned the selection before picking out a few items for herself.

As Brenna finished eating, her phone rang. She picked up the call to hear Christopher Pierce’s voice. “Brenna, I’m at your gate.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” Brenna replied, quickly swallowing the last bite of her food. Without lingering, she grabbed her phone and strode toward the door.

Just as she was about to step outside, Giselle descended the stairs. Seeing Brenna hurrying out, she asked, “Where are you off to this early?”

Brenna halted briefly before replying, “I have an appointment to meet someone today.”

Giselle took note of Brenna’s outfit–an elegant deep blue ensemble, consisting of a sleeveless chiffon blouse and wide–legged trousers, paired with sleek black leather shoes. Her hair was swept into a neat bun, giving her an air of effortless sophistication.

“Aren’t we supposed to pick some clothes together? I arranged for them to be delivered soon,” Giselle said.

Brenna offered a polite smile. “You can handle it. I will need outfits for different occasions. I have something important to handle now.”

Giselle gave a small nod, choosing not to press Brenna for details about her plans or the person she was meeting. Since Brenna had only recently come back, it seemed wiser to give her space rather than overstep.

“Do you need the driver to take you?” Giselle asked.

“My friend’s already here to pick me up.” With that, Brenna waved lightly and stepped outside. Coincidentally, Ernst had just finished his breakfast and followed her out after rinsing his mouth.

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At the entrance, a black MPV was parked with Christopher leaning casually against the vehicle. Upon spotting Brenna, he promptly opened the passenger door for her.

Ernst, now standing nearby, immediately recognized Christopher “Dr. Pierce? Who are you here for?” he asked.

Christopher, dressed in casual attire and appearing to be around the same age as Ernst, straightened slightly and greeted him warmly, “Mr. Harper, good morning. I’m here to pick up a friend.”

Ernst’s eyes flicked between Christopher and Brenna, his curiosity piqued as he tried to decipher their

relationship.

“Let’s go, Christopher,” Brenna said as she slid into the passenger seat.

Seeing Ernst’s curious gaze, Christopher explained briefly, “Brenna and I studied together before.”

Ernst nodded at Christopher. The Pierce family was renowned, deeply influential in both the medical and business sectors. Christopher was a rising star in the medical field, known internationally for his expertise. Initially, Ernst had suspected that Christopher was financially supporting Brenna in some way, but after Christopher’s explanation, it became clear that they were friends because they had studied together before.

But hadn’t Brenna dropped out of school before even finishing grade school? How could she possibly have become friends with someone like Christopher?

The more he thought about it, the more perplexed he became. But ultimately, it didn’t matter to him. As far as he was concerned, Brenna was nothing more than an opportunist.

Inside the car, Christopher provided Brenna with a quick update on Vincent’s condition. “Half a month ago, he suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. He survived, but the aftermath was severe–he has lost all sensation on his left side. The Mitchells initially hoped my grandfather could help since he’s well–known for treating hemiplegia. But since my grandfather is over ninety, he has long retired. When they started looking into his most accomplished students, they found you.”

Brenna gave a small, knowing smile. “You could handle it just as well. You’ve inherited your grandfather’s techniques.”

“I’m a surgeon first and foremost,” Christopher said with a resigned shrug. “My grandfather always says you have a natural gift for medicine. It’s a shame you never pursued it seriously.”

Not long after, they arrived at Shirie Hospital.

As one of the top hospitals in the country, the hospital was renowned for its elite specialists and frequently catered to patients from all over the country.

Stepping out of the MPV, Christopher handed Brenna a surgical mask. Without hesitation, she slipped it on, concealing most of her face.

“Vincent underwent surgery to relieve pressure on the brain two weeks ago. He’s currently in the internal medicine ward, Room 101, on the seventh floor,” Christopher said. Just as he spoke, his phone rang–a call from the emergency department.

“You go ahead. I need to handle this,” he said before hurrying off.