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    Had Rosie notined about her to them? Or had she simply failed to sway them?


    Across the room, Brenna watched Rosie put on an act, looking well-behaved in front of Shepard and Giselle.


    Despite her injury, Rosie wheeled herself over to them and hand-fed them fruit with dramatic affection. The same couple who had once expelled her from their home now epted the act without protest, ying their parts because of the elders’ watchful eyes. There wasn’t a flicker of dislike on their faces.


    To anyone watching, the three looked like a happy family.


    Rosie locked eyes with Brenna, seemingly challenging her to react or get upset. However, Brenna remainedposed, her expression unreadable. She quickly turned her attention back to Luther and Tessa with practiced ease.


    “These military connections of yours… Are you still working with them?” Luther asked curiously.


    “Yes,” Brenna answered, “but I can’t say more. It’s ssified, I’m sorry, Grandpa.”


    “You’re doing the right thing,” Luther said firmly, approval lighting his face. “Service to the countryes before my curiosity. Knowing you’re contributing to something greater makes me proud.”


    His gaze then shifted toward Ernst and Lennon. “Brenna is aplishing great things. You two need to catch up.”


    To Luther, national contribution mattered far more than doing business and making money.


    Eyes bright, he continued praising Brenna. Then, with a wave, he instructed the servants to bring out the wine for a proper toast to his exceptional granddaughter.


    Just then, Brenna caught the murderous glint behind Rosie’s eyes.


    Rosie seethed in silence. All her subtle hints about getting kicked out by Brenna had gone nowhere. She had hoped Luther would stand up for her and let her return home.


    But Luther didn’t scold Brenna. He even praised her.


    Rosie was filled with resentment but said nothing.


    She knew that despite his age, Luther was perceptive.


    Any direct maniption would backfire, as he would see right through it. That was why she hadn’t pushed harder.


    Her only move now was to double down on the dutiful daughter act by pleasing Giselle and Shepard, hoping it might stir Luther’s emotions and make him let here back.


    Just then, Audrey spoke up cheerfully. “Grandma, let me show Brenna the orchards! It’s her first time being here.”


    “Of course,” Tessa said warmly. “Pick as much as you like. The kitchen knows how to handle everything.”


    Upon hearing this, Lennon trailed behind them. “I will go with them. Might as well stock up before I leave for Norview.”


    Luther’s gaze drifted over Ernst, Lennon, and Dalton, each glued to their phones. “Join the others. Help Brenna gather produce.”


    The three exchanged looks. Their nces said everything. This was Luther’s tactful dismissal.


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