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They spoke casually, unaware that Rosie was listening in.
Rage flared 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 | have nothing? They give her companies like it's
nothing, but what about me? They don’t giveanything! 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,
companies, property, and their love. But now? Everyone treatslike | don’t matter. They'll pay for this. I'll take
back what's mine. | won't let anyone step onagain!”
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 takewith you instead of leavinghere to suffer?
I'm useless. I'm stupid. | couldn’t even protect what belonged to us—our shares, taken by my cousins. | can’t
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbring myself to ask them to give them back since Grandpa allowed it. | wish | could be with you. | 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 her late 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 Tessa cin. “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. | still have a few shares left. They say I'll have to hand
them back when | go back to Plieca, but they've promisedan allowance every year. It's not fair, but I'll listen
to Grandpa. | 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 solace in the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom, their bond
deepening through shared moments of comfort.
At breakfast, Rosie, with a gentle hand, guided Tessa into the elevator, chatting and laughing 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.
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