Chapter 5

At the dining table, the three were enjoying their breakfast with laughter and harmony. Meanwhile, Deborah sat on the sofa like an unwanted observer, remaining silent. After finishing their meal, Trevon received a phone call that caused his expression to slightly shift. Deborah, I'll accompany your mother to the hospital for a reexamination. You stay at home and show Brisa around." He then quickly left with Emilia. Deborah pretended not to know their true intentions, stood up, and gestured towards Brisa, "Let me take you to your room, and Aunt Zara can help you move your luggage." Aunt Zara was reluctant to help as she had caught a cold after getting soaked in the rain yesterday and had cooked a sumptuous meal for early in the morning. Especially when she saw the ragged suitcase in Brisa's hands, she couldn't conceal her mockery. Deborah calmly watched her and sneered inwardly. It turned out that at this moment, Aunt Zara's snobbishness had already revealed itself. In her previous life, she had been careless and had not noticed it. Brisa's room was arranged next to Deborah's room. Although it was hastily prepared, everything inside was personally arranged by Emilia, from the towels to the bed sheets and bedding. The level of thoughtfulness was evident. Aunt Zara put Brisa's suitcase on the ground and said with a sarcastic tone, "Miss Brisa, don't mess with anything in this room. If you break something, you won't be able to afford to pay for it." Brisa's face immediately turned red upon hearing this. This room was luxurious from top to bottom, something she could never have imagined before. But how dare this servant named Aunt Zara look down on her? While Brisa looked like she was about to cry, Deborah stood with her arms crossed, remaining silent. This pair of master and servant had teamed up against her many times in her previous life. Now, she had the chance to watch them fight like dogs, indeed very entertaining. "Don't worry, Aunt Zara. I won't mess with anything," Brisa bit her lip and replied, hating Aunt Zara with vengeance. This old shrew would be the first on her list to take care of once she became the true heiress of the Brown family. Aunt Zara wanted to perform in front of Deborah  and give Brisa a hard time, but she had caught a cold from being out in the rain yesterday, and every time she spoke, she coughed and sneezed. Deborah was afraid she would contaminate the air and hurriedly asked her to leave. As soon as Aunt Zara left, Brisa immediately put on a weak and pitiful act, saying to Deborah in a delicate voice, "Thank you, Deborah." Deborah rolled her eyes inwardly. She couldn't possibly think that sending Aunt Zara away was actually doing her a favor, right? "Okay, you pack your things first. After you finish, I'll take you to visit the house," Deborah said coldly. Brisa bit her lip, lowered her head again, and her shoulders drooped, looking very inferior. All the items in her luggage were cheap street goods, how could she have the nerve to take them out and embarrass herself? "I'll pack later. Can we go visit now, Deborah?" she asked timidly. Deborah Benson couldn't feign a smile and turned around impassively. "Whatever," she said. Brisa Brown tightly clasped her hands together and followed along cautiously. The Brown family villa was very large with pure European-style decor, making the interior look magnificent, like a palace. Brisa Brown couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as she went from one place to another, but she restrained herself from expressing too much in front of Deborah. Deborah Benson calmly observed Brisa's awkward expression. At this moment, Brisa was still very insecure and timid.  How did she become so arrogant and domineering later on? Was it when she found out she was the true heiress of the Brown family? It seemed that human nature couldn't withstand such a test. If Brisa had known the results of the paternity test from the beginning, she would probably have held her head high and looked down on Deborah with contempt, just like in her past life. Thinking of this, Deborah sneered, turned around, and brought her to her own bedroom door. She pushed open the door and lazily said, "This is my room. If you want to take a look, go ahead." Brisa tightly held onto her clothes and looked up. Before her eyes was a princess room as luxurious as a palace. A huge double princess bed, exquisite European furniture, and a sparkling crystal chandelier. Even the walk-in closet was twice as large as where she had lived before! Brisa stood frozen in place, feeling intense bitterness and hatred in her heart. All of this should have been hers. Deborah had taken evertyhing from her. Deborah glanced coldly at Brisa's unconcerned expression, secretly laughing at how jealous she must be feeling inside. But she had to pretend as if she didn't care. How ridiculous! "By the way," Deborah suddenly spoke up. "Your dad is friends with my dad. Is he in business too?" Brisa's face stiffened. Her dad was just a factory worker. How could he compare to Trevon? Deborah intentionally asked this to humiliate her, didn't she? Ha! Just wait, soon, Deborah will be slapped in the face! What will Deborah think when she finds out that everything here belongs to her, and that Deborah's biological father is just a poor and cowardly man?  Will she still have the audacity to look down on Brisa like she does now? Thinking of this, Brisa took a deep breath and straightened her back. "You'll find out soon enough." Deborah glanced at her indifferently. "Where do you live?" She asked. She wanted to know her biological father's information as soon as possible so that she could find a way to reach out to him and prevent the tragedy of her previous life. However, Brisa misunderstood that she was deliberately humiliating her and her face flushed with anger. Her family lived in the countryside, and she felt embarrassed even saying it! "What's wrong? Is it hard to tell your address?" Deborah stepped forward and looked down at her from her elevated position. Brisa bit her lip and took a step back. She had kept her visit to the Brown family a secret from her parents in the countryside. She had even lied to them, saying that she was staying at a friend's house. At the hospital, she had accidentally bumped into Trevon Key's couple, who had mistaken her for their long-lost daughter due to their strikingly similar appearances. The astounding news had immediately overwhelmed her! After all, Trevon Key was a well-known wealthy businessman in Edeah, and she had heard of him. If she was his biological daughter, she could escape her poor family! However, her poor parents were kind to her, and although she was envious of the wealthy, she didn't dare to tell them about the matter, afraid they would intervene. Therefore, she would never let Deborah Benson know her family's address.  What if Deborah went there and caused trouble? "I'm a little tired, I'm going back first!" Brisa said hurriedly, but accidentally hit her knee against the doorframe, causing her face to turn pale with pain. Deborah raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Did you hit yourself? I happen to have some ointment that Aunt Zara bought for bruises. I'll get it for you." Brisa instantly felt unhappy upon hearing that it was bought by that hateful Aunt Zara. When she was handed the ointment, she deliberately didn't catch it, letting the bottle fall to the ground and shatter into pieces. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Brisa feigned panic. "It was not intentional, Deborah." After that, she crouched down and began picking up the glass fragments, looking quite pitiful. Deborah smirked coldly but remained silent. As soon as Brisa finished tidying up and returned to her room, Deborah immediately went downstairs, took out her phone, and began playing games on the sofa. Aunt Zara woke up from her nap and prepared to go out for a walk. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Deborah sitting on the sofa, looking aggrieved and wiping her tears. "Miss, what's the matter?" "Aunt Zara," Deborah looked at her with a distressed expression. "Just now, Brisa accidentally hit her knee and I kindly took out the ointment you bought for her and applied it, but she dropped it and broke it on purpose." "What?" Aunt Zara was instantly furious. The medicine she had bought after being soaked in the rain all night was deliberately broken by that little b*tch? "Miss! Don't worry, let me take care of her!"