Chapter 103: Old Debt to be Paid
"Wait, everyone, please give some space to my aunt," Hannah said gently, raising a hand.
"She is not in her best condition right now. If you are curious, I have additional models here."
As she spoke, maids rolled in three more wheelchairs with slight variations:
one with lighter wood, one with metal bracing for extra durability, and one with softer padding for extended comfort.
The guests began admiring the details, discussing the braking mechanism, material choices, and how to adapt the design for different needs.
What was meant to be a banquet announcing her title had turned into a full exhibition of her wheelchair design.
Just as she started to feel tired from answering endless questions, a figure stepped toward her with tired, faintly amused eyes.
"I really can't believe my eyes. You were the Gorthmorde successor all along? How dare you keep this from me after everything we've been through?"
"Lord Theron," Hannah said softly,
