The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1306

Chapter 1306:

The room's disapproval closed in around Hank, only fueling his anger. “So what, just because she’s got money,

you all defend her? Fine—keep depending on her! Don’t expect anything fromfrom now on!”

He stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Patrick’s small voice broke the silence in the room, “Mom, will you abandonafter the new baby is born?”

Ellie reached over to pat his head. “Of course not. You're my child, and | love you more than anything. That will

not change.”

Patrick nodded, then hesitated. “But I'm not Dad's real son. When your new baby is born, I—"

“You are my child, Patrick. And maybe you don’t know, but from the day you were born, even though Thiago isn’t

your biological father, he’s cared for you like his own. Think about how he treats you—hasn’t he always shown

you love?” Ellie interjected.

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Patrick answered without doubt, “I understand now. You and Dad both love me.”

“Good. Now go play for a bit.” Ellie picked up her phone, firing off a sharp message to Hank.

From the side, Tori said to Ellie, “Don’t let Hank get under your skin. He's just acting like a spoiled kid.”

Mattie rose to her feet, sensing that Hank's behavior had only lowered his chances of getting Ellie's help. If he

wanted a better job, he'd have to apologize to Ellie and mend things.

“I'll go find him and make sure he apologizes to you and Patrick,” Mattie told Ellie.

That evening, Patrick was in his room, phone in hand as he called Brenna. The robotic dog sat obediently by the

bed, waiting for its next command.

Brenna, fresh back from a trip to Plomond with Thiago, had just settled in for dinner when she received the call.

“Did you miss me, Patrick?” she asked warmly.

“Brenna, | really love the robot dog you made. Thank you so much,” Patrick said in a sweet tone.

“I'm glad to hear that,” Brenna replied with a light laugh. “And that’s only one design. I'll make a smaller version

for you to play with soon. How does that sound?”

“Okay. But... Brenna, is that rack on the dog's back meant for a submachine gun?” Patrick asked curiously, his

eyes on the slot that looked suspiciously like a weapon mount.

“Sharp eye, kiddo,” Brenna remarked with a smirk. “But | don’t have a gun to give you. If you want one there,

ask your dad to get you a toy version.” She set the phone on speaker and took a bite of her dinner.

Their light chatter carried on for a while before Patrick's voice turned somber. “Brenna... My mom's having a

baby. Do you think my parents won't likeanymore after the baby is born? | want to go and live with you.”

“That is not true! Who's been filling your head with that nonsense? I'll teach them a lesson!” Brenna’s voice

tightened with anger. How could someone say that to a kid?

“Uncle Hank toldthat,” Patrick muttered, his voice low. “Can | stay with you for a few days, Brenna?”

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