The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Why Are You So Obsessed With Targeting…

Rosie had expected her gift to be just as impressive as Brenna’s. It should be a designer bag or luxury skincare

set, at the very least. Excited, she ran to the garage and climbed into the van.

The next second, her smile faltered. Piled across the seats were plush toys, but not the high–end kind. They looked like cheap fan gifts. Scattered among them were flowers, sticky notes, and envelopes, all haphazardly thrown together.

She shoved the plush toys aside, expecting something valuable hidden underneath, but there was nothing. Furious, she stomped her foot. She didn’t need expensive gifts, but the lack of them made her feel not valued.

Fury bubbled up inside her. She stomped her foot again, but this time harder. Unable to contain her frustration, she turned on her heel and stormed back into the house to confront Dalton. “Where’s my gift?” she asked

sharply.

Dalton was deep in conversation with Brenna and barely glanced at Rosie. “Aren’t those plush toys gifts? And the flowers… You can take whichever ones you like.”

Rosie’s gaze flicked to the pile of expensive gifts beside Brenna. Without thinking, she marched over and reached for them. “Why did you give her those while my gifts are just what your fans gave you? That’s not fair.

I want hers.”

Dalton slapped her hand away. “Can you even hear yourself? Why are you being so unreasonable? Brenna just got back. Of course, I gave her something nicer. And now you’re throwing a tantrum over gifts? I’ve given you plenty before. This isn’t about fairness. You’re just trying to take what’s hers. I can’t believe you’re being this petty.”

Brenna smirked and leaned over to shield her gifts. Then, with an amused expression, she said, “Dalton just skipped giving you a gift this one time. You’re not actually trying to take mine now, are you? These are the first gifts he’s ever given me. They are special. I really don’t want to give them to anyone else.”

Dalton could see now–these two clearly didn’t get along with each other.

Rosie wasn’t just upset. She was targeting Brenna outright. Her messages in the family group chat had already hinted at it.

Hackett had been trying to get Dalton’s attention for a while. He opened his mouth several times, only to be ignored. But now, seeing an opening, he stepped forward and turned to Rosie. “Rosie, are we still doing the check–up?” he asked.

Rosie’s eyes lit up. Scoffing, she seized the perfect chance to humiliate Brenna, especially in front of Dalton. Brenna had only been here a few days. There was no way she could outmaneuver her.

With an air of importance, she said, “Yes, let’s do it now.”

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It was only at this moment that Dalton noticed the man in the doctor’s coat in the living room. He stood up and asked with a frown, “What’s going on? Is someone sick?”

Rosie quickly pulled him aside and explained, “Dalton, just look at how much Brenna resembles Giselle. It’s too

much. I don’t think she’s really her daughter. I think she got plastic surgery to look like her. This doctor is a

friend of mine. I asked him to come and verify if Brenna has had any work done.”

Dalton’s expression turned ice–cold. He yanked his arm from Rosie’s grip and snapped, “Enough! She’s my mother’s biological daughter. Of course, they look alike. Why would she need plastic surgery?”

Rosie stood her ground. “And what if she did have plastic surgery before? The doctor’s already here. One check,

and we’ll kno for sure.”

Dalton’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Absolutely not. This is beyond humiliating. I don’t need proof to know

she’s my real sister, and I won’t let you treat her like some fraud.”

Rosie hadn’t expected Dalton to defend Brenna like this. Jealousy burned inside her. Brenna and Dalton had a

real sibling bond, and this was something her relationship with Dalton couldn’t compete with.

“Why can’t we do that? If she hasn’t had surgery, a check–up will prove it.” Rosie turned to Brenna and sneered, “You’re not scared, are you? If you are feeling uneasy, it probably means you really had plastic surgery to alter your face before.”

Frustration boiling over, she pointed an accusing finger at Brenna and demanded, “If you didn’t have plastic surgery, what’s there to be scared of? If you’ve got nothing to hide, why are you refusing to get examined?”

She turned to Hackett and commanded, “Dr. Martinez, begin the examination now!”

Hackett hesitated, unsure whether to proceed given the tense atmosphere in the room.

Brenna exhaled. She knew how this would go. If she refused, Rosie would not let the matter drop.

“Fine. But I don’t trust the person you brought. I want to bring another expert here,” Brenna said.