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    They spoke casually, unaware that Rosie was listening in.


    Rage red in Rosie’s chest. She slipped quietly back to her room, careful not to be caught eavesdropping.


    Standing in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, she muttered to herself, “Why? We’re both Harpers. Why does Brenna get everything handed to her while I have nothing? They give herpanies like it’s nothing, but what about me? They don’t give me anything! Is it because my parents died early? Do they think that gives them the right to hand my shares to someone else? If my parents were still alive, I’d have shares,panies, property, and their love. But now? Everyone treats me like I don’t matter. They’ll pay for this. I’ll take back what’s mine. I won’t let anyone step on me again!”


    The next morning, Tessa, awake at six as usual, decided to check on Rosie. Rosie’s door stood slightly open. As Tessa reached for it, the sound of quiet sobs stopped her. She froze, listening.


    “Mom, Dad, why did you leave so soon? Why didn’t you take me with you instead of leaving me here to suffer? I’m useless. I’m stupid. I couldn’t even protect what belonged to us—our shares, taken by my cousins. I can’t bring myself to ask them to give them back since Grandpa allowed it. I wish I could be with you. I wouldn’t have to endure this anymore.”


    Hearing that, Tessa exhaled slowly, guilt creeping into her heart.


    “This poor child has endured too much,” she muttered to herself, pushing the door open gently.


    Rosie sat on a small sofa with her back to the door, clutching what looked like a photo of herte parents, speaking to them through her tears.


    Tessa’s chest tightened. Rosie had always kept her pain to herself, never letting it show. Tessa believed that, with Rosie’s parents gone, if she didn’t step in to defend Rosie, who would?


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    Rosie continued as if she hadn’t noticed Tessae in. “Mom, Dad, weren’t those shares supposed to be mine? Why did Grandpa give them to my cousins instead? I’m too young to question him, but I’ll never believe that is right.”


    Her voice wavered, then softened. “It doesn’t matter. I still have a few shares left. They say I’ll have to hand them back when I go back to Plieca, but they’ve promised me an allowance every year. It’s not fair, but I’ll listen to Grandpa. I won’t argue…”


    Tessa walked over, and Rosie turned quickly, pretending to be surprised, wiping at her eyes and flipping the photo face-down. “Grandma, when did you get here?” She then tried to smile through her tears. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about me.”


    Tessa’s voice was gentle. “My dear, you’ve been treated unfairly. Hold on to the shares you have. No one has the right to take them from you.”


    In the tender embrace of her grandmother, Rosie wept for what seemed an eternity. Tessa, her heart aching for the girl who had endured relentless taunts, offered sce in the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom, their bond deepening through shared moments offort.


    At breakfast, Rosie, with a gentle hand, guided Tessa into the elevator, chatting andughing with her.


    At that moment, Brenna emerged from her room, catching sight of their joyful exchange.


    Choosing solitude, she opted for the stairs, descending gracefully to the grand dining hall.<fnf8ba> ?????? ???? fin?novel</fnf8ba>


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