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    Sandra didn’t dare protest and sat quietly.


    Exhausted, Brenna soon emerged from the shower and sank onto a small couch. “So, what do you want to say to me?”


    Just then, Julia brought in a ss of milk and set it down. “Miss Harper, I have washed the new clothes and hung them in your closet, middle section.”


    Brenna nodded. “Thanks.”


    Once Julia left, Sandra spoke. “Brenna, thank you for today. I don’t know how I would have survived without you.”


    Brenna had already pegged Sandra as naive and wary of the Harpers. She had tried to help Sandra once, but Sandra had pushed her away.


    So, she had decided to step back, treating Sandra like a distant acquaintance, her heart no longer open to her


    “No need to thank me, Sandra. You’re my sister, a member of the Harper family. If you’re in trouble, I’m not about to stand idly by,” Brenna said, though her voicecked warmth.


    Sandra’s heart twinged with exasperation. She had bared her soul, yet Brenna remained distant, far from the warm, caring sister she had once known.


    Undeterred, Sandra said, “I messed up big time before, saying harsh things to you because of Andres. I waspletely taken in by him and misjudged you terribly. Could you forgive me for that? I promise, from now on, I’ll heed your advice and stop overanalyzing things. Dad, Giselle, Ernst, and Dalton—they’re my true family, the ones who genuinely care about me. I was such a fool before. Please don’t hold it against me.”


    Brenna’s guarded expression softened slightly. “Do you really mean that?”


    Sandra let out a sigh of relief, sensing the first cracks in Brenna’s walls. “Absolutely! I’m determined to get along with the whole family from now on.”


    Brenna gave a small nod. “You don’t need to stress so much about it.”


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    But Sandra was still stressed. She yearned to win over the entire Harper family, yet it felt like they all had a chip on their shoulder about her—some even seemed to hold a grudge. So far, only Brenna and Shepard had given her the time of day. Navigating the dynamics of a wealthy family like the Harpers was no walk in the park.


    “I feel like the others all despise me, especially Giselle,” Sandra confessed. “I get it—my identity makes it tough for her to warm up to me. I shouldn’t expect miracles. As long as she doesn’t make my life harder, I’ll count my blessings.”


    Brenna nodded knowingly. She remembered her days with the Barrett family; no matter how hard she had tried, they had never been pleased.


    She said, “It’ste already. Go back to your room to get some rest—this isn’t something that resolves in a day or two anyway.”


    Sandra, having gained the reassurance she sought, nodded and slipped back to her room.


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