The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Dalton Returns Brenna spent het morning treating Vincent. By the afternoon, she was at the studio, finalizing the sale of her cargo ship's nuclear power system design. She also evaluated drafts submitted by several designers for other clients. By the tshe arrived home, night had already fallen.

Downstairs, Rosie sat in the living room with a man dressed in a white coat. The rest of the Harper family was absent, likely occupied with their own affairs.

Brenna wasn't the least bit surprised. Each member of the Harper family had their own responsibilities, so it was natural for them not to be hfrom tto time.

Rosie stormed up to Brenna, seething. "What have you been doing all day? I called and messaged you, but you ignored me! Do you even realize how long the two of us have been waiting for you here?" It was only then that Brenna fully noticed the man beside Rosie. He seemed to be in his early thirties, his face mostly hidden behind a medical mask, with only a pair of deep eyes visible. From what little she could see, he was quite handsome.

A ntag was pinned to his coat, displaying his photo and department details.

A metal case labeled "Dorhill Medical Plastic Surgery Hospital" rested at his feet. Brenna raised an eyebrow, finding the situation amusing. She said to Rosie, "So, you actually hired someone to verify whether I've had plastic surgery? And who is this exactly? What are his credentials? How long has he been in the field? Is he even qualified?" She stepped closer, gripping his ntag for a better look. It read: Hackett Martinez, Resident Physician.

From what she knew, a resident physician was barely above a fresh graduate. They had only just gained authority to diagnose and prescribe medication independently, and chances were, this man wasn't even permitted to perform surgeries yet.

For someone with such unimpressive credentials, he certainly was bold to cto the Harper residence. "This guy doesn't seem very reliable." Brenna made her stance clear and turned to head upstairs.

Rosie, infuriated by Brenna's dismissive attitude, stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "You're not going anywhere! He's my friend! He graduated with a PhD from a top foreign university-he's qualified enough to examine you!" She then turned to Hackett. "Chere; examine her now!" Before Hackett could respond, a series of sharp honks cut through the air. A sleek black luxury van glided into the driveway. The door swung open, and a stylish young man stepped out of the car.

He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and an effortless air of confidence. Carrying a stack of shopping bags, he strode briskly into the living room.

0.0% 23:17 Brenna had seen the Harper family's group photo before, so she recognized him immediately-he was Dalton, her second elder brother. He was a renowned celebrity.

Rosie's face lit up with excitement. Dalton had always been the most indulgent to her, showering her with gifts whenever he visited and never refusing her requests for signed photos.

She eagerly rushed over, her eyes locked onto the bags in his hands. Reaching out, she tried to take them from him. "Dalton! Why didn't you tellyou were returning? I would've gone to pick you up!" Instead of answering Rosie, Dalton looked at Brenna, studying her composed and strikingly beautiful sister with curiosity. "You must be Brenna," he said.

Rosie tugged at the bags again, expecting him to hand them over. "Dalton, you can givethese now." Dalton continued to ignore Rosie. He pulled the bags away from her and handed them to Brenna. "Brenna, I have been buried in work these past few days and couldn't return sooner. I apologize for not coming hto see you sooner. These are for you-you have to accept them and forgive me." Despite having never met Brenna before, Dalton felt no sense of distance between them. The moment he saw her, she felt like family.

Brenna felt the same. Despite his superstar status, Dalton was remarkably warm and approachable, without a trace of arrogance.

She accepted the gifts without hesitation and flashed him a bright smile. "It's good to finally meet you, Dalton," she said.

Dalton grinned, looking as excited as a child. "Out of the three of us, you look the most like Mom!"

After a pause, he continued in a gentle voice, "Since you just returned to the family, I wasn't sure what you'd like or need, so I grabbed a little bit of everything. If anything doesn't suit you, just throw it away-I'll get you new ones next time." Brenna peeked inside the bags-luxury skincare sets, plush toys, the latest designer handbags, and an assortment of high-end snacks. Her eyes sparkled. "I love them all!" Rosie stood frozen, watching as Brenna happily accepted the gifts. Not a single one was for her.

What was even worse, Dalton clearly liked Brenna-a lot. How could this be possible?

Day after day, she had slandered Brenna in their private family group chat- branding her as greedy, vain, and manipulative, even claiming she was after Audrey's fiancé. So why did Dalton still like Brenna? "Dalton! Where are my gifts?" Rosie's eyes flicked to the ones in Brenna's hands, waiting for Dalton to present hers. It wasn't about the presents-she just refused to let Brenna have it all.

Dalton finally spared her a glance. "Yours are in the car. Go get them yourself," he replied.

Without another thought, he pulled Brenna over to the sofa and sat down beside her. "How are you feeling ther How living here? Are you fitting in well? If not, I own a few properties; you can pick sfor yourselves.