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    Almost instantly, people began to rally around her.


    “Dr. Vance, did someone do something to you?”


    “Dr. Vance is literally the sweetest person here. Who would be heartless enough to mess with her?”


    With the softest smile, N tilted her head just enough to look like she had been wronged but was trying to rise above it. “Oh, it’s not a big deal. Someone just took my seat while I was grabbing lunch. If they need it that badly, they can have it.”


    The thing was that seat was not hers to begin with. Charlette and Elena had already been sitting there before N even showed up. But the way N framed it? Like she had been bullied out of her spot. Like she’d returned with her tray only to find her ce stolen. And somehow, she still managed to act like the bigger person.


    Charlette wanted to give N a standing ovation. That was some next-level spin. Twisting the story with perfect poise and not even breaking a sweat.


    As anticipated, the room swiftly focused its attention on Elena and Charlette.


    “Dr. Vance, you’re way too forgiving. That’s why people think it’s okay to walk all over you. You shouldn’t be the one moving.”


    “Exactly! That’s your seat, Dr. Vance. They’re the ones who need to move.”


    “You two. Yeah, you. Apologize. Right now.”


    Charlette couldn’t take it anymore. Apologize? She and Elena had not even unwrapped their utensils. Now they were expected to grovel?


    Charlette let out a dryugh, sharp as broken ss. “Oh,e on. Drop that fake sweetness. You spun the story so well that I almost believed I ripped the chair right out from under you. For Christ’s sake, I had been sitting here all along. You all stormed over, making a scene, and now I’m supposed to apologize? You’ve got to be kidding me.”


    A dazzling smile spread across Charlette’s face, but her voice had lost all warmth. The impact was immediate—N turned red from the neck up. There was a brief flicker in N’s expression, like the mask had slipped. Just for a second.


    Lucinda did not waste a beat. She shot up from the floor and jabbed a finger at Charlette. “Who the hell do you think you are, talking to N like that? She’s the Healer’s apprentice. And she’s Commander Rayne’s niece, no less! You’re just another pretty face. Honestly, you’re not even qualified to carry her shoes.”


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    At the mention of the “Healer’s apprentice” and “Commander Rayne’s niece,” Elena blinked, startled by the im, her gaze lifting toward N with visible disbelief. ording to everything her mentor had ever said, he did not have children. No brothers. No sisters. Nothing that even hinted at family. He had always told her she was like a daughter to him. Promised her that everything he owned—his legacy—would be hers one day. So, where had this mysterious niecee from all of a sudden?


    Finally, Elena found her voice. “You’re saying you’re Commander Rayne’s niece?”


    Lucinda mistook Elena’s words for fear and instantly swelled with arrogance. Her voice was practically dripping with triumph. “What? Scared now?”


    Before she could finish, Elena cut in. “I was not talking to you. I asked her.”


    Elena didn’t so much as nce in Lucinda’s direction. Her focus stayed glued to N.


    N became flustered. Her posture stiffened, and she turned away, unable to match Elena’s stare. There was something in Elena’s look, like it could cut through excuses and reach the truth she didn’t want to be exposed.


    But soon, N shoved the thought down, forcing herself to stayposed. Commander Rayne was barely ever on base anyway. He spent more time out in the field than anywhere near thebs. No one would bother to check her im of being his niece. Moreover, her father had served as Commander Rayne’s driver and had lost his life while being loyally devoted. iming to be Commander Rayne’s niece didn’t feel like much of a stretch.


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