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    In the afternoon, after work, Brenna brought the prosthetic she had received straight to Ableson’s residence. Ableson and Shepard lived in the same upscale neighborhood, their homes just a short distance apart.


    As Brenna pulled up, she spotted Rosie emerging from Ableson’s ce, nked by Lenora and Audrey, all wearing smiles. Rosie approached Brenna’s car, her expression tinged with subtle hostility.


    “Fancy seeing you here. What’s the asion?” Rosie asked.


    Brenna, maintaining her usual aloofposure, replied, “I’m dropping off a prosthetic for Ableson.”


    Rosie’s face suddenly flickered with unease. Ableson was injured and hadn’t fully recovered yet. Initially, everyone in the Harper family had suspected Rosie was behind his injury, so they had disliked her. Although it waster proven that she and Maxley weren’t responsible, the Harper family still held a grudge against her. Brenna couldn’t fathom why Lenora and Audrey were being so friendly to Rosie this time.


    Rosie’s eyes darted to the rectangr box in Brenna’s car. “I heard your prosthetic business is thriving—orders booked solid for the next two years?”


    “It’s doing alright,” Brenna replied curtly, uninterested in small talk with someone as calcting as Rosie.


    Brenna got out of her car with the box. Turning to Lenora and Audrey, she handed it over. Audrey took it eagerly, saying, “I’ll get this to my father now.”


    Rosie offered a polite goodbye to Lenora before slipping into her car and driving off.


    Audrey exined to Brenna, “Rosie came to check on my father and even suggested taking him overseas for treatment. Mom shut that down. His injury isn’t recent. Rosie only showed up now pretending to care. So fake.”


    Lenora’s voice dripped with irritation. “Her words were so insincere, and she was pretending we’re all close. I bet she’s just trying to get Ableson to sway your dad into supporting her. Does she really think we’re fools? We can see through her intentions right away.”


    Entering the house, Brenna greeted Ableson, who sat in his wheelchair, eyeing the prosthetic with curiosity.


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    “Hello, Uncle Ableson,” Brenna said. “Want me to help you try it on?”


    Lenora stepped in, opening the box. “No need for that; I’ll handle it. I’ve been caring for him for years—I know how to fit it.” Brenna didn’t protest.


    Audrey handed Brenna a ss of water and sat down beside her. “I heard that a few uncles have already signed big deals with Rosie, and the order amounts are substantial; thergest order is about 400 million.”


    Brenna wasn’t shocked. “Don’t let it bother you. They may not like Rosie, but they like her money. My dad is already ignoring her schemes. She can do whatever she wants, but the Harper Group won’t back her. He says she’s ruthless, with no boundaries, so we can’t cooperate with her.”


    Audrey sighed. “How did we miss who she really was before? When I was young, I thought she was kind. Maybe because her real parents weren’t around; no matter how well Dad and Uncle treated her, she always felt like an outsider.”


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