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Chapter 53: Was Wynter’s Invitation Card Fake?
Guests continued to stream into the outer hall of the Yarwood manor, and among them was Wynter. But her appearance didn’t quite fit the upscale atmosphere. She wore a simple white shirt, jeans, and a wine-red baseball cap, looking more like a college student than a guest at a prestigious banquet.
As she approached the entrance, two bodyguards guarding the door stepped forward, blocking her path. One of them asked politely, “Miss, may I ask who you are?”
Before Wynter could answer, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air. “She’s just a traditional medicine charlatan! Look at this beggar, daring to show up here!”
It was Luke, accompanied by Hilda and the Yates family. He strutted forward with an arrogant grin, clearly enjoying the scene.
Yvette, standing by, made an effort to avoid eye contact with Wynter, pretending they weren’t connected. Wanda, on the other hand, stared at Wynter with a look of disdain, thinking she was a nuisance.
Wynter raised an eyebrow and spoke with a playful smile. “Hello, my acquaintances!”
“We’re not your acquaintances!” Luke sneered. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is a place for people of status, not for beggars like you to wander in!”
He had been waiting for the chance to settle the score with her, and now that he had found her, he was ready to make a scene.
“Security!” Luke barked, his voice full of command. “Get her out of here!”
But Hilda, putting on a show of restraint, stepped forward and gently held Luke back. “Luke, please, don’t embarrass yourself by attacking a junior.”
Luke glared at her but couldn’t suppress his anger. “Madam Gibson, you don’t know what she’s done! She forced me to kneel for her with some kind of witchcraft!” His voice was laced with resentment.
Wynter smiled slightly, an amused glint in her eyes. “It seems your mentor still doesn’t know that I hit you with a vital point strike.”
A ripple of surprise ran through the onlookers. Whispers began to circulate. A vital point strike? They exchanged looks of disbelief. Could such things truly exist in this day and age?
“Stop talking nonsense!” Luke scoffed, clearly agitated. “Do you think this is some kind of medieval time? There are no vital point strikes in real life! If they existed, Madam Gibson would know how to use them! You’re just making up stories!”
Wynter continued chewing her gum, unperturbed. “So, Madam Gibson can’t even use vital point strikes to treat patients? It sounds like her medical skills are lacking. She’s only capable of misleading her apprentices.”
Luke’s face flushed with rage. “What did you just say? How dare you talk about her like that!”
Hilda’s patience snapped. She shot Luke a warning look, her voice cold and firm. “Shut up, Luke! Don’t make things worse.”
Luke wanted to argue, but Hilda pressed on, her voice lowering to a stern whisper. “We can’t let this get out of hand.”
She turned her cold gaze on Wynter. “Since you’re Margaret’s apprentice, I won’t argue with you, but let me give you some advice. As a doctor, you should learn humility. You’re being far too arrogant.”
The mention of Margaret’s name immediately grabbed the attention of those around them.
“Did she say Margaret Yates, the one who prescribed random medicines and caused a patient’s death?”
“Wait, Margaret Yates has an apprentice?”
“Why would the Yarwoods invite someone like her?”
The crowd fell silent, a sense of unease spreading as they exchanged shocked glances. The whispers grew louder as people focused on Wynter, their gazes filled with judgment and disgust.
This was exactly the result Hilda had been hoping for. She had arranged for George to send out a fake invitation to Margaret, knowing it would lead to this moment. However, Margaret had not shown up, and without her presence, Hilda had no problem humiliating Wynter in front of everyone.
Wynter was still standing her ground, unaffected by their words, but the real embarrassment was yet to come.
“Maybe she doesn’t even have an invitation,” Wanda suddenly piped up, a smug smile on her face. “It’s probably fake!”
The idea caught on quickly. After all, where would someone from Havenlight County, with such poor relatives, get invited by the Yarwoods? It seemed unlikely.
A few curious onlookers began to murmur in agreement, questioning whether Wynter’s invitation card was genuine.
