The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 721:noveldrama

Meanwhile, Brenna drove home. She parked the car and stepped out, just then spotting Giselle standing in the yard, deep in conversation on the phone.

“What you did was too much. You humiliated my daughter! Do you really think no one else would want her besides your son? Let me tell you, Elsa, even if you one day agree to let your son marry my daughter, I won’t agree to their marriage!”

Whatever Elsa said only fueled Giselle’s anger. She continued fiercely, “Is your son really that amazing? Please. There are plenty of men out there who are better than him.”

Brenna stood quietly to the side, watching. It was rare to see Giselle this upset. Since returning to the Harper family, Brenna had never seen her mother argue like this.

“My daughter is not someone you can just walk over,” Giselle snapped. “Don’t think you can ruin her name with a single video clip and get away with it. I’m warning you, this isn’t over. You’re a famous singer, aren’t you? And your son, the so-called brilliant pilot? I’ll make sure both your reputations are dragged through the mud!”

“What are you doing? He’s your brother! You can’t hit him. Stop it!” Elsa’s voice came through the phone, shrill and panicked. The next second, she ended the call.

“Hello? Hello!” Giselle shouted into the phone, her chest still heaving with rage. She wasn’t finished talking to Elsa. She redialed, but this time, the call went straight to voicemail.

“This is infuriating,” said Giselle, her voice tight with emotion. When she turned and saw Brenna standing nearby, a wave of guilt washed over her. “Dear, I failed to protect you. You’ve been wronged, and I won’t let it slide. If Elsa wants to oppose your relationship in private, fine. But to drag your name through the mud in front of everyone? To humiliate you like that? I won’t stand for it.”

Brenna’s mood was also unsettled. She had never imagined that Elsa, so composed and refined in public, could do something like that. It made her question everything—even her future with Ethan.

Giselle pulled Brenna into a tight embrace. “When your dad and brother get home, we’ll discuss the matter. This time, we won’t play nice. If it means cutting ties with the Mitchells, so be it. Elsa’s a public figure. She knew exactly what she was doing. Setting you up and twisting the truth is despicable. Since she did that, we won’t hold back anymore.” Then, she pulled out her phone and held it up. “Look at this part of the video—three minutes and twenty-one seconds in. You can see it clearly. She shoved you first and then stepped back, making it seem like you were the one who pushed her. Now netizens are accusing you of attacking an elderly woman and disrespecting a public figure.”

𝖁𝗶𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⸮ 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝗰𝗼𝗺

Brenna had seen the video already but hadn’t publicly clarified the situation.

As Brenna and Giselle stepped into the house, Brenna’s phone rang. It was Tommy calling.

“‘Brenna, I talked to some of the students who were there. They confirmed it. You didn’t push Mrs. Mitchell. I’ve posted a statement on our company site, and a few students released their own, backing you up. But honestly, the support’s thin. Not many are defending you. You need to talk to Mr. Mitchell and have him clarify the situation.”

In the military district, within the Mitchell family residence, Ethan had deployed twenty bodyguards from the company, establishing a perimeter around the entire courtyard. He had Kenny pinned firmly to the ground; both of them bore bruises and dirt-smudged clothing. Neville and Rex stood on either side, clutching their phones—one taking photographs, the other recording video footage.

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