Lucien’s POV
I knew my sister was a master manipulator. I had watched her twist our parents around her little finger for years, and she had spent her entire adolescence using dramatic tears to escape the consequences of her actions. Part of me was entirely convinced that she had staged the whole fall down the grand staircase just to stall for time. But the family doctor’s medical report didn't lie; her ankle was severely sprained, the tissue was completely compromised, and she couldn't be moved without risking permanent structural damage. My hands were completely tied. I couldn't force an injured teenager onto a private plane without triggering a family scandal, so I couldn't send her away yet. She was staying right here in the east wing, and I had to deal with the fallout.
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