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“Are you arranging her funeral?” Brenna asked, her eyes scanning the room and noting the heavy air of mourning among her kin, though her grandmother was absent.
Shepard’s voice was measured as he replied, “We’ll send a few of us to represent the family. As Harpers, we hold ourselves to a certain standard and can’t simply overlook a loss like this. Your mother, your uncle, your brother, and I will go.”<fna38f> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? FιndＮovel</fna38f>
Brenna nodded thoughtfully. “Then I’ll stay behind. Has anyone told Grandma about the news?”
Ableson shook his head, his expression somber. “Not yet. Your grandmother’s health has been fragiletely. The shock could be too much for her. Rosie hasn’t reached out to her in ages, nor visited. For now, we’ll keep it a secret—she won’t suspect a thing.”
Brenna mustered only a faint look of concern. She didn’t really care about Tessa that much.
That night, under the cover of darkness, the rtives bound for Plieca boarded a flight at half past eleven, leaving Dalton and Brenna alone in the quiet house.
Dalton, weighed down by his own somber thoughts, spoke little of Rosie before departing the next day to resume filming.
When Brenna was at work, her phone buzzed with a message from Isabe, apanied by a series of photos.
That evening, as Brenna stepped into her home, she found everyone assembled in the living room, including Ableson’s family, their expressions grave and the air thick with solemnity.
Audrey and Lennon were present, and even Dalton had paused his bustling film schedule to return home.
“Brenna, you’ve heard the news, haven’t you?” Shepard inquired gently.
Brenna settled onto the plush couch, her face a mask of calm, betraying no hint of grief. “You mean the news about Rosie? Yes. Her passing is truly heartbreaking,” she said, her voice steady.
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Yet, in her heart, Brenna felt no sorrow. Earlier, she had even celebrated with Ethan.
The Harper family, unaware of Braeden’s dark orchestration of Rosie’s demise, believed it a tragic mishap, an unintended consequence of an attack meant for Maxley.
“Are you arranging her funeral?” Brenna asked, her eyes scanning the room, noting the heavy air of mourning among her kin, though her grandmother was absent.
Shepard’s voice was measured as he replied, “We’ll send a few of us to represent the family. As Harpers, we hold ourselves to a certain standard and can’t simply overlook a loss like this. Your mother, your uncle, your brother, and I will go.”
Brenna nodded thoughtfully. “Then I’ll stay behind. Has anyone told Grandma about the news?”
Ableson shook his head, his expression somber. “Not yet. Your grandmother’s health has been fragiletely. The shock could be too much for her. Rosie hasn’t reached out to her in ages, nor visited. For now, we’ll keep it a secret—she won’t suspect a thing.”
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