Chapter 6

After Aunt Zara finished speaking, she hurriedly went upstairs. At this moment, Brisa was sitting in front of the dressing table, wearing a necklace she found in the drawer around her neck. She looked at herself in the mirror, imagining the wonderful life she would have as the Brown family heiress, and a happy smile appeared on her face. Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open. Aunt Zara stormed in with a gloomy expression, and upon seeing Brisa admiring the necklace on her neck in front of the mirror, she angrily shouted. "Great! I thought you were a guest of the Brown family, but it turns out you're a filthy thief!" Brisa panicked and stood up, "I...I didn't do it!" Aunt Zara sneered, rolled up her sleeves and walked forward, forcefully pulling off the necklace from Brisa's neck. "This necklace belongs to Miss Deborah! How did it end up around your neck?" She then turned around and went to search through Brisa's luggage. "With your filthy hands and feet, you must have stolen a lot of things, right?" Brisa was both sad and angry, her face her pale face flushing red. "I didn't! Stop it! Don't touch my things!" Aunt Zara disgustingly rummaged through her cheap goods, tossing them to the ground, "Tsk tsk, these are just rags. Even I wouldn't use these filthy rags!" Brisa's face turned even paler, with her hands clenching her fists tightly on the side. At this moment, Deborah walked in casually. "What's going on, Aunt Zara?" Aunt Zara hurriedly said, "Miss, Brisa stole your necklace. I suspect she has also stolen other things." Deborah glanced at Brisa and saw that she was biting her lips tightly, and her eyes were full of tears of grief and indignation. "Is that so? Let me have a look." Deborah approached and seized the opportunity to find Brisa's identity card, taking note of the address on it. Excellent, she now had her parents' address and could quickly go find them. With what she wanted in hand, Deborah was ready to resolve the situation. Suddenly, Aunt Zara exclaimed, "Miss! These perfumes, and lipsticks..." Deborah looked up to see a genuine bottle of Dior fragrance at the bottom of Brisa's handbag. In addition to fragrance, there were several high-end brand lipsticks. Given Brisa's economic situation, how could she afford such expensive items? Aunt Zara seized upon this as evidence of Brisa's thievery and sneered, "I told you she was a thief! These things were definitely stolen from your room!" Brisa, visibly agitated, protested, "No, they're mine! I didn't steal them!" "Your entire wardrobe isn't worth the price of one of these lipsticks. You dress so poorly. Where did you get the money to buy such expensive cosmetics?" Aunt Zara retorted sarcastically. Brisa, in tears, lunged for the cosmetics. "I didn't steal them! The necklace I found in a drawer, and these things are mine too! I'm not a thief!" Aunt Zara spat on the ground, "Whatever. Who knows what dirty money you used to buy them? Disgusting!" Brisa, still weeping, crouched down and clutched the lipsticks to her chest.  She had worked hard to collect these items, and several were limited edition. If Aunt Zara dared to touch her limited edition lipsticks, it would be like asking for her life! Deborah watched coldly, thinking about what they had done to her in their past lives and sneered. In her previous life, she had been locked up in a dark room by a group of women, forced to eat spoiled food, and slept on a filthy bed. Even when she fell ill, they did not allow her to see a doctor. In order to maintain their image as good parents, the Trevon couple forced her to stay in the Brown family and did not allow her to go back to her biological parents. Meanwhile, Brisa and Aunt Zara turned a blind eye to her abuse. In her previous life, these two were accomplices. In this life, however, they were finally getting what they deserved as they engaged in a physical altercation. It was truly satisfying to watch. "Miss, we must tell the sir and madam about this!" Aunt Zara angrily said, "This person with such dirty and unscrupulous behavior must be kicked out immediately!" As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a car engine could be heard downstairs. Aunt Zara trembled. "Sir and madam are back! I must go and tell them!" With that, she hurriedly rushed out of the room and downstairs. Brisa froze in place, feeling anxious. Although the Trevon couple had already concluded that she was their biological daughter, the paternity test results had not yet been released.  Nothing was certain. Moreover, many cases existed where parents continued to favor their adopted daughter after finding their biological daughter, simply because the biological daughter did not live up to their expectations. She had not been officially recognized by the Brown family. On top of that, Deborah, who was much more talented than her in every aspect, was already there. If Aunt Zara were to exaggerate the situation to the Trevon couple, she would be in deep trouble! Thinking of this, Brisa panicked and hastily got up, not even bothering to apply her lipstick, and chased after Aunt Zara. Meanwhile, Deborah stood in place, watching Brisa's anxious figure disappear into the distance, with a mocking smile on her lips. She had almost forgotten that the real show was yet to come. Well, it was just as well. She was curious to see what other tricks Brisa could pull out in this life.