The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64 It Really Hurts

“Brenna, are you ready?” Dalton knocked gently on the door before he eased it open and stepped in

Rosie clutched her wrist, her face twisted in agony as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Pointing an angry finger at Brenna, she said, “Dalton, Brenna has been bullying me!”

She held out her wrist toward Dalton. “Look! My wrist is broken–hurts like hell. Brenna just tried to straight- up kill me!” she exclaimed, exaggerating

Dalton’s face hardened, his expression turning cold as he scrutinized Rosie’s wrist. “It looks fine to me,” he said.

Rosie was taken aback. Dalton had always been her guardian angel, fussing even over the tiniest nick. Yet now, despite her wrist being swollen and ostensibly fractured, he dismissed it as nothing

“Dalton, my wrist is broken. Brenna twisted it. Can’t you see the damage?” she said.

The pain was undeniable–sharp and biting, freezing her movements with fear. She wasn’t being melodramatic she truly believed her wrist was broken.

Meanwhile, Brenna stood nearby, her arms folded, observing Rosie’s dramatic display with a cool detachment. “Dalton, I didn’t harm her. She pilfered my things, and when I caught her red–handed, she concocted this story to deflect blame,” she said.

She extended a USB drive towards Dalton. “Here, see for yourself. It’s crammed with my design files that she has copied.”

The USB drive, equipped with dual connectors, could be seamlessly plugged into a phone.

Dalton’s brow furrowed as he accepted the USB and connected it to his phone without a second’s delay.

In a fit of desperation, Rosie lunged to reclaim the USB, but even the slightest movement sent a lance of pain shooting through her wrist. Sobbing, she exclaimed, “Dalton, my wrist is broken, and you’re just standing there, letting her slander me?”

Dalton glanced up and gave her wrist a careful examination, even drawing it nearer for a closer look

“Ah!” Rosie winced. “It hurts so much!*

Tears streaked her face as she whimpered, “Don’t touch it. My wrist is broken, Dalton. It really hurts

Dalton let out a cold chuckle. “Rosie, enough with the theatrics. There’s not even a hint of redness now. How could it still be hurting?”

Without missing a beat, he took her wrist and turned it slightly, his brows lifting when he found nothing wrong

“Ah!” Rosie’s scream echoed as she collapsed to the floor, tears pouring down her face

The commotion drew the attention of the household staff, with Rachael and Julia being the first to arrive

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Rachael immediately pointed a finger at Brenna. “Miss Brenna Harper, how dare you bully Miss Rosie Harper like this? This is going overboard!” she exclaimed.

Brenna responded calmly, “Did you actually see me bully her? Dalton is here too–why didn’t you accuse him of bullying her?”

Rachael scoffed as she helped Rosie to her feet, her voice dripping with disdain as she said, “Mr. Dalton Harper

has cherished Miss Rosie Harper since childhood. How could he ever bully her? It must be you who bullied her!”

Rosie, overwhelmed by pain so severe that she could barely stand, leaned heavily on Rachael, her eyes burning

with animosity towards Brenna. The absence of visible marks on her wrist baffled her, she could clearly feel the

severe pain.

She shouted, “Brenna’s trying to kill me! I’ll tell Grandpa and Grandma!”

She pushed at Rachael. “Go and call my grandparents over. I refuse to believe no one could see how badly I’m

hurt.”

Dalton’s patience was wearing thin. Before his return, Rosie had filled the family group chat with negative tales

about Brenna, turning everyone against her.

Now, back home, he witnessed firsthand how Rosie consistently targeted Brenna–and now she was even accusing Brenna of wanting to kill her.

He raised his voice at Rosie. “Enough! Your wrist looks perfectly fine–it’s not even red. What exactly do you

want?”

He turned to Julia. “Aren’t you a nurse? You’ve worked in the ER before. Examine her wrist now.”

Julia stepped in, taking a careful look at Rosie’s wrist. The skin was smooth, the bones intact–no swelling, no

fractures, not even a hint of a sprain.

She said, “Mr. Dalton Harper, Miss Rosie Harper’s wrist shows no signs of injury.”

Rosie shouted, “That’s impossible! I’m in agony! You are lying!”

Brenna responded with a shrug, her tone indifferent, “Who can say whether you’re faking it or not? Let’s go to the hospital and get your wrist checked out.”

She looked at Dalton, seeking his opinion.

Dalton glanced down at his phone.

The files had loaded, revealing rows upon rows of folders filled with intricate designs of car exteriors and parts.

Brenna explained, her voice steady, “These are my award–winning designs from international competitions over the last five years–they are for cars, helicopters, and ferries.”

Rosie’s complexion turned a guilty shade of red, her expression shifting uneasily. “That’s impossible! These designs are cutting–edge. How could you possibly have such skill? You’re lying! You must have stolen these designs from other people just to show off!”

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