"Then, shut up."
The tone was so cold and absolute that Isabella's face flushed red.
Serena withdrew her gaze and knelt down again, looking up at Old Mr. Lancaster. "Grandpa, do you trust me?"
Just as Old Mr. Lancaster was about to speak, Isabella, clenching her fists, cut in. "Sister, you…"
"Enough!"
Old Mr. Lancaster slammed his hand on the armrest, his face grim and sterner than ever before. "Isabella, you've said far too much today."
"You used to be obedient and well-behaved, and I accepted you because you could at least please your parents. But… Serena is my biological granddaughter, Reginald Lancaster's granddaughter. Her willingness to treat my legs is a sign of her devotion."
"From the moment she walked in, every word you've spoken has sounded like concern, but has been laced with barbs."
"Isabella, if you keep trying to undermine her at every turn, I'll have a hard time believing you're not doing it on purpose."
His blunt, severe words drained the color from Isabella's face. Her eyes widened in terror. "No… that's not it, Grandpa, I wasn't! I was just really worried about you! I'm sorry, I was wrong…"
Old Mr. Lancaster didn't even spare her another glance. Instead, he turned to Serena, the feigned seriousness in his expression gone. "Serena, I trust you. If you say you can treat it, I believe you."
"The treatment process will be long, and…" Serena, unbothered by Isabella's interference, stated plainly, "at the beginning, as we stimulate the nerves to recover, you will be in extreme pain. Can you handle that?"
"Pain?" Old Mr. Lancaster laughed heartily and straightened his back. "Hahaha, Serena, what pain haven't I endured? Even if you were to shatter my bones and reset them, I wouldn't even flinch. Just do what you need to do. As long as I can stand again, I can bear any pain… AARGH! AAAARGH—"
He hadn't even finished his boastful declaration.

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