My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 207

**Chapter 207: A Night of Restless Warmth**

As the conversation shifted to a topic that simmered with tension, Bramwell’s demeanor transformed. His eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Luna, as if she were the sole object of his scrutiny. “I heard from Alex,” he began, his voice laced with accusation, “that those prominent figures in Grant’s team—Oscar Harrison and Forrest Dixon from Smart Drive—only joined because you pulled strings for him. If you possess such a valuable network, why squander it on outsiders instead of your own family? Luna, you’ve truly disappointed me!”

Alex, a name that carried weight in Bramwell’s world, was not just a colleague but a carefully placed informant within Grant’s team—his eyes and ears, a pawn in a game of corporate chess.

During his last visit to Jindiwood, Bramwell had been keenly aware of Oscar Harrison’s meeting with Grant. The thought alone had irked him; such exceptional talent was now in Grant’s grasp.

Despite his significant investment in Aurora, it was insufficient. Bramwell’s ambitions stretched far beyond mere financial backing; he yearned for a solid foothold in the burgeoning smart tech industry, and the perpetual challenge of attracting elite talent weighed heavily on his mind.

Now, not only had his daughter relinquished those precious connections, but Grant was also dismissing him like an unwanted shadow. How could he not be enraged?

Luna, blissfully unaware of Alex’s true allegiance, found herself blindsided by her father’s sudden outburst upon returning home. The thought of handing over her hard-earned connections to the Sterling family had never crossed her mind.

In the depths of her heart, Luna was acutely aware of the true nature of Bramwell and Evelyn. They spoke of mending the years lost, yet their motivations were crystal clear—profits above all else. Their cold dismissal of Oriana, cast aside for a mere 200,000 dollars after nurturing her for over a decade, illustrated their mercenary ethos.

Their so-called love was tainted with guilt, yes, but also with an insatiable pride. Luna had become the bridge connecting the Sterling family to Grant—a rising star in an industry poised for explosive growth.

But she couldn’t shake the thought: if she ever became as expendable as Oriana, how long would that “parental love” endure?

Once, she had overheard a conversation between Bramwell and Evelyn that haunted her. No matter how successful she became, she was still just a daughter. One day, she would marry and shift her allegiance to another family.

The realization struck hard: Owen was the favored child, the one destined to inherit everything.

Why, then, should she hand over her resources now? It made more sense to support Grant and aspire to be his wife, living a life filled with luxury and influence.

Family ties? They felt as fragile as a whisper, barely worth the effort.

“She’s barely been home, and she ventured off to Jindiwood on her own. I still worry about her!” Evelyn’s voice rose slightly, her concern palpable. “Bramwell Sterling, is this how you treat our daughter?”

Even Owen joined the fray, his youthful voice filled with conviction. “Seriously, Dad, that was way out of line. Sis isn’t some ungrateful traitor. She would never turn her back on us.”

Luna, maintaining her heartbroken façade, spoke kindly in defense of Bramwell. “Mom, Owen, please don’t be too hard on Dad. He’s shouldering the weight of the entire company. It’s not easy for him either.”

Her words only deepened Bramwell’s guilt, a heavy burden resting on his conscience.

He realized he had allowed his temper to cloud his judgment, wrongly accusing his daughter in the heat of the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Bramwell finally relented. “You’re right, your mother and Owen. I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t consider all aspects before reacting. I’m truly sorry, sweetheart.”