Nearby, Jasper's mouth twitched.
The old man was saying "managing."
But the sheer arrogance radiating off him could power the entire city.
Serena stood beside him, her eyes lowered as a faint smile touched her lips.
Catching her smile out of the corner of his eye, Reginald's chest puffed out even further.
Right on cue, Arthur Harrison approached with his daughter, Clarissa, pasting a look of intense curiosity on his face. "Reginald! I must say, after so many specialists declared your condition hopeless, seeing you on your feet is a sheer miracle. I am... deeply curious, though. Which medical genius finally managed to cure you?"
As the head of a rising pharmaceutical dynasty.
Arthur's question seemed perfectly natural on the surface.
Reginald, never one to miss an opportunity to brag about his granddaughter, cleared his throat and looked at his peers. "Ah, my legs? It's all thanks to my Serena's meticulous treatments."
The moment the words landed.
A flash of mockery crossed Arthur's eyes.
Just as I thought.
The Lancasters were shamelessly using his recovery to build a false legend around her.
Without breaking his polite facade, Arthur smiled. "But Reginald, wasn't the nerve damage deemed irreversible by the top international medical boards?"
Reginald raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with absolute certainty. "Just because they couldn't do it doesn't mean my granddaughter can't."
"My granddaughter is brilliant. If she says she can fix it, she fixes it."
The silent sneer in Arthur's eyes deepened.
The other elders exchanged stunned glances.
Some were genuinely astounded.
Others were highly skeptical.
After all, Reginald had exhausted the world's greatest medical minds to no avail.
But he was standing right in front of them, walking with just a cane.
If this was truly Serena's doing...


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