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    Lenora’s voice trembled with anger. “Exactly. He has never had an ident before. But this morning, as he started down the stairs, the housekeeper somehow slipped and crashed into him. They both fell, but she walked away unscathed. He broke his arm, cracked two ribs, hit his head, and suffered a concussion. He’s been on an IV all day just to keep the nausea at bay.”


    “Was it intentional?” Brenna picked up on Lenora’s insinuation, her own suspicions growing.


    Lenora nodded grimly. “We believe so. The police have already taken her in for questioning.”


    Audrey quietly sliced an apple, arranging the pieces on a tray for Ableson. But Ableson didn’t touch them. Instead, he looked at Brenna and said, “I heard yourpany develops advanced prosthetics. Could you design a new pair for me? I’m not as young as I used to be, and my current ones aren’t holding up. My skin’s weakened, and I don’t have the strength or precision I once did. If I had better ones, I might not have fallen so hard.”


    “Of course. I’ll take care of it,” Brenna replied. For her, this was a simple request, and she agreed without hesitation.


    When Brenna got home, Shepard and Ernst had just returned from the police station.


    “How did it go?” Giselle asked, her voice tight with concern.


    “The housekeeper was working for someone. She did that on purpose. The police found a 1.5-million-dor transfer in her ount from yesterday, traced to an overseas source,” Shepard said.


    “An overseas ount?” Brenna murmured. “Could it be Rosie? She and Maxley have been struggling a lottely because of us. Maybe they’re out for revenge.”


    Shepard replied, “We don’t know yet. It’s a foreign ount, and the police are still waiting for authorization to dig deeper.”


    Ernst’s face twisted with rage. “It’s got to be her. Who else would target Uncle Ableson so viciously?”


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    Brenna’s expression darkened. Rosie preyed on the vulnerable. Unable to strike at her directly, she had gone after Ableson.


    “Dad, Ernst, have either of you experienced anything strange recently?” she asked.


    Shepard nodded. “I nearly had an ident myself. My bodyguard discovered the brakes on my car had been tampered with. If he hadn’t checked…”


    Brenna turned to Ernst. “What about you?”


    Ernst’s jaw clenched. “This morning, on our way to the hospital, a dump truck barreled toward Dad and me at an intersection. Our driver swerved just in time, or we would have been in a crash.”


    “I’m going to confront Rosie,” Brenna dered, convinced this was Rosie and Maxley retaliating for what she and Ethan had done to them.


    Ernst’s expression grew stormy. He knew about the humiliating incident with Rosie and Maxley and despised how Rosie was now targeting his family. “I’m going with you,” he dered.


    Shepard didn’t protest, but Giselle’s face creased with concern. “It’ste. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” she asked.


    “No. It has to be now,” Brenna said firmly.


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