Chapter 1389
Arthur Harrison’s grip on his wine glass tightened, his brow furrowing deeply. “It’s just a coincidence p>
Another member of the Harrison family leaned in. “But I heard the Lancaster Heiress is incredibly skilled. She even saved several top-tier experts in Severia p>
Arthur scoffed loudly. “Absurd. Reginald’s paralysis is the result of severe nerve damage combined with chronic meridian blockage. Everyone in the medical community knows his chart p>
The relative added, “They say she specializes in traditional medicine p>
Arthur let out a mocking laugh. “Traditional medicine p>
“The foremost authority in that field is Master Langford p>
“He examined Reginald years ago and couldn’t do a damn thing. Are you telling me Serena is somehow better than Master Langford p>
His tone dripped with contempt. “The Lancasters are certainly going all out, using the old man’s legs as a prop just to elevate her status p>
“They’re putting her on a pedestal, but they forget-when you treat a young person like a god, the fall is always devastating p>
Meanwhile.
Reginald reached the landing of the grand staircase and paused.
He leaned on his cane and turned slightly.
A slender, pale hand gently rested on his arm.
Serena stepped into the light.
She wore the midnight-black custom gown, the silk flowing around her like a cascading river of stars with every step.
Her stunning features were striking but not overly painted.
Her gaze was cool but far from dull.
She stood beside Reginald, her expression utterly calm.
Yet, her presence was almost suffocating a commanding aura that somehow
eclipsed even the formidable Lancaster patriarch.
It wasn’t a rehearsed posture.
It was an innate, unshakable confidence bred into her very bones.
Thousands of eyes were pinned on her.
She didn’t show a flicker of nervousness.
She merely supported her grandfather, descending the stairs with languid grace.
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Those who had come hoping for a trainwreck, those who had secretty mocked the idea of a backwoods girl playing dress-up, now stared in stunned silence.
How was this the rumored uncultured girl who grew up in the rural expanse?
If she was unpresentable.
What did that make the polished, meticulously groomed socialites standing in the hall?
Standing there.
She looked like someone born to command the summit, destined to be the center of the universe.
Reginald guided Serena down to the main floor.
He stopped and struck his cane against the marble tiles.
“Ladies and gentlemen p>
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried the crushing weight of a man who had commanded empires. “Allow me to introduce the young woman beside me. My biological granddaughter, Serena Lancaster
“Recently, there have been a lot of whispers regarding her identity p>
“Some claimed she was an adopted
prop, used by the Lancasters to
leech off the glow of the
lyndorian
team’s victory p>
“Some said we only recognized her because of her sudden fame in the tournament p>
“Others claimed that because she grew up away from the city, she was unrefined, unfit for the Lancaster name p>
“And some even dared to say she simply rode the coattails of the national team, and we were just padding her resume p>
As he listed the rumors, the faces of several guests flushed with acute embarrassment.
Those who had been gossiping moments prior now stiffened, desperately avoiding eye contact.
No one expected Reginald Lancaster to drag their whispered insults out into the blistering spotlight.