Chapter 1420:
“The Healer, huh? Perhaps you should find a mirror before making such ridiculous claims.” She whirled toward the butler with sharp authority.
“Exercise better judgment about who enters these grounds. Don’t admit every charlatan who appears. If some fraud disturbs my mother’s peace, will you shoulder the blame?”
“My deepest apologies, Miss Stanley. The error was entirely mine,” the butler responded immediately.
Every manor employee understood the hierarchy perfectly—Lucian worshipped his wife and deferred to Carola’s every wish. Lyla, their cherished daughter, commanded Carola’s absolute affection. Crossing Lyla meant crossing Carola, which proved far more dangerous than opposing Lucian directly. Right or wrong, accepting fault first offered the safest strategy.
The butler glanced at Lyla uncertainly.
“Miss Stanley, how would you prefer I proceed?”
Since Lucian had personally invited the Healer to treat Carola, the butler couldn’t risk independent action.
Lyla raised her hand dismissively, shooting Elena a withering glare.
“Remove her immediately. She’s permanently banned from setting foot in this place.”
The butler shifted uncomfortably.
“Miss Stanley, shouldn’t we consult your father first? If Miss Harper truly is the Healer he summoned and we refuse her entry, I wouldn’t know how to justify such action.”
Lyla’s voice cut through the air like a blade as she glared at the butler.
“What’s there to be scared of? When my dad asks questions, tell him that woman is nothing but a fraud!”
Lyla scoffed at the very idea that the wretched Elena was the legendary Healer. Someone in their early twenties couldn’t possibly possess such vast healing abilities. Elena must have caught wind of something and decided to masquerade as the Healer to worm her way into Carola’s affections.
Lyla refused to let that happen. Her eyes burned with contempt as she fixed her gaze on Elena.
“Still rooted to the spot like a statue? Did my words not penetrate that thick skull of yours?”
Lyla’s voice dripped with venom.
“How utterly shameless, parading around as the Healer to earn my mother’s trust. Does Wesley have even the faintest clue about your little charade? Of course not. If Wesley discovered you were nothing but a pathetic fraud, he would toss you aside faster than yesterday’s garbage. Aren’t you terrified I’ll expose your lies to him?”
Elena’s laughter rang soft and unbothered.
“Go ahead.” Her expression remained serene, untouched by even a flicker of anxiety.
The butler’s forehead creased with uncertainty.
“Miss Stanley, Miss Harper hardly strikes me as someone peddling deceptions. What if she truly is the Healer Mr. Stanley summoned to attend to Mrs. Stanley?”
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