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Chapter 55: The Gibsons Are In Disgrace
Wynter politely declined the bodyguards’ offer to take her bag. “No, thank you. These are just my medical tools. I’ll carry them myself. Please, continue with your tasks,” she said with a calm smile.
She had no desire to make a spectacle of herself, especially when she needed to meet someone as important as Margaret’s friend’s grandson. Keeping a low profile would serve her better.
The bodyguards, still respectful, nodded in unison. “Of course, Miss. We’re at your service.”
Hilda, however, was unable to contain herself any longer. She clenched her teeth and muttered, “Are you absolutely sure her invitation card is real?”
“That’s right! You must have made a mistake!” Wanda shouted in frustration. She knew Wynter better than anyone—there was no way she could have a real invitation card.
Yvette, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, tugged at her mother’s sleeve and whispered, “Mom, we’re at the Yarwoods’.”
Wanda immediately snapped back to reality and stopped arguing with the bodyguards. Her daughter was right—they couldn’t afford to make any missteps while they were here. The Yarwoods were not a family to provoke.
But Luke, ever the troublemaker, refused to back down. He sneered at the bodyguards and scoffed, “Are you seriously letting this charlatan in? Who’s going to take responsibility if something goes wrong?”
The bodyguards, however, weren’t interested in engaging with him. They kept their focus on their tasks, unfazed by his ranting.
Luke, undeterred, pointed a finger at one of them. “Hey! Did you hear me? She’s a charlatan! Her mentor killed—”
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sharp crack. Luke let out a loud scream of pain as the bodyguard expertly broke his fingers with a swift motion.
“This is the Yarwoods’ private land. Rudeness is not tolerated,” the bodyguard said in a low, commanding voice.
Wynter glanced over her shoulder at the commotion, her eyes narrowing slightly. The bodyguard’s demeanor softened as soon as he noticed her looking. He flashed a quick smile, then turned his attention back to Luke.
“Did I disturb you, Miss?” the bodyguard asked politely. “We’ll take care of this now.”
With a sharp whistle, four other men in black appeared, swiftly and efficiently dragging the struggling Luke away. He screamed in pain and anger, trying to reach out for Hilda.
“Madam Gibson!” he cried desperately, but she didn’t even flinch.
Hilda stepped back, distancing herself from him with an icy glare. “I’ve told you countless times not to act so arrogantly. But you’ve ignored me at every turn. Now you’ll have to bear the consequences on your own.”
Luke’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Hilda, the woman who had once been his mentor, could abandon him so easily. He had invested everything in learning medical skills from the Gibsons, with his parents even spending their entire life savings to pay for his tuition. And now, he was being cast aside without so much as a second thought.
He continued to shout hoarsely, but no one paid him any attention. He had made his bed, and now he would have to lie in it. His arrogance had finally caught up with him, and the Yarwoods were not a family to tolerate such behavior.
Wynter turned away from the scene and refocused on her purpose. She had come here with one goal in mind: to deal with the Gibsons. Everything would fall into place as soon as Hilda entered the inner hall.
The onlookers, still stunned by the display of power, were now much quieter. They had all heard the rumors about the Yarwoods—how mysterious and powerful they were—but seeing it firsthand left them visibly shaken. No one dared to speak out of turn or make a scene.
Hilda, on the other hand, was fuming. If this had been any other family, she would have let loose her anger and humiliation. But this was the Yarwoods—one of the most powerful families in Sorzada City—and she had no choice but to hold her temper. She forced herself to calm down, even though her anger was bubbling just beneath the surface.
Wanda, still in disbelief, muttered under her breath, “Why can’t these bodyguards recognize a fake invitation card?”
Yvette, her patience wearing thin, shot her mother a frustrated look. “Mom, you’re being so naive. If Wynter’s invitation card wasn’t real, the bodyguards wouldn’t have let her in. You need to start thinking more clearly.”
Her words hit home, and Wanda fell silent, realizing the truth. Wynter’s invitation card must have been genuine, or the bodyguards wouldn’t have been so accommodating. It seemed that the game had changed entirely, and Hilda’s plan to embarrass Wynter had backfired spectacularly.
As the tension continued to simmer, Hilda couldn’t help but feel the sting of defeat. She had been so sure of her victory, but now, she found herself in the midst of disgrace—not just in front of the Yarwoods, but in front of everyone who had witnessed the scene. The Gibsons, once a family of high standing, were now on the verge of public disgrace.
And the one responsible for it all? Wynter, the girl she had so casually underestimated.
