Reborn With a Money-Making System: Ruined Actress to Nation's Treasure-Chapter 113: Thorns in Their Garden of Pride

I could almost see Lando’s eyes turning red, probably because he was so angry right now.

Well, who wouldn’t be angry? He had to face the same people who bullied him since he was a kid, and now his own family was treating him like garbage again.

Just like I always thought, at family events, all we—illegitimate children—could do was stand together in some lonely corner, holding onto each other.

"Leftover?" Lando repeated, his voice sounding cold. "What kind of event planner doesn’t prepare enough seats for their guests?"

Instead of being embarrassed or at least feeling guilty, the waiter actually acted even more rude. "We’re terribly sorry, Young Master," he said, but his tone sounded mocking instead of sorry. "Mr. Brixton only decided to invite you at the last minute. Besides, you don’t really need a chair anymore, do you?"

This bastard...

I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the Brixtons insulted Lando like that, but this waiter didn’t even have any connection to him, so why was he looking at my sweet husband with such hatred?

How can someone who doesn’t even know him still try to crush him like that?

Yet Lando looked like he was already used to that kind of humiliation, so instead of feeling belittled, he just replied sharply, "I know your management is used to hosting events like this," he said, "so how is it that you don’t even have one decent chair left?"

The waiter snorted lightly, as if he still had the upper hand. That was when Lando’s expression changed, not angry, not sad... just cold.

"If this is how you treat your guests," Lando said softly, "then I assume your company doesn’t care about future business."

The waiter blinked, clearly not expecting that. However, he still didn’t take Lando’s words very seriously, as if he didn’t believe my husband could really be a threat to his company’s future.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about," he said. "I’m just doing my job."

He then walked away without waiting for Lando to say anything. I patted Lando’s hand to reassure him. "It’s okay, the chair isn’t that bad."

I lied, of course. The chair even wobbled a little when I moved! But at least they showed a bit of decency by giving us a table.

Also, I realized that even though we were sitting in the far corner of the room, somehow everyone’s attention in the hall kept turning toward us.

Maybe they were curious to see the Young Master who had been hidden by Victor Brixton all this time, or maybe... they wanted to see me and the beautiful necklace that hung around my neck.

I pricked up my ears, and I could just make out their whispers, "So, Mr. Brixton really does have an illegitimate child. I thought that was just a rumor."

"I heard his son is useless and stupid, but he looks decent enough."

S-stupid?! Who dared call my husband stupid?

Besides, who spread those nasty things about Lando? I had never even heard of him back then.

But it was probably because I wasn’t that influential among the top 1% of people.

"Then who is that woman beside him?" one of the men asked. "She looks pretty. Is she a model?"

"I don’t know. Her face looks a little familiar. But doesn’t a pretty woman like that deserve a non-disabled husband?"

"Eh? You don’t recognize her? She’s also an illegitimate child of Gideon Davenport. I heard they were matched."

Some of them laughed. "Well, I guess bitches and their kind will always stick together."

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I felt the urge to throw the table at them. Luckily, I still had enough sense not to be impulsive.

Besides, most of the people here were top-tier celebrities or new members of the elite circle. Of course they had never seen Lando in person before. Meanwhile, the ones who had known the Brixton family for years already knew about him, yet they still couldn’t stop themselves from talking trash.

"They keep whispering about us," I murmured. "But at least none of them are insulting our looks."

Because only a blind person would ever think that either of us looked bad. Even while sitting in the worst spot in the room, Lando and I still shined bright enough to hurt their eyes.

"Just ignore them," he replied. "They’re no better than pests. You don’t need to go near anyone who looks at you with malice."

Normally, newcomers would be told to mingle with the big names here, but Lando asked me to do the opposite.

And honestly, there was no point trying too hard to blend with them anyway. In the end, once I fell from fame, none of them would ever reach out to help, nor even bother to ask how I’m doing.

They only look at you when you shine, and the moment you dim, you’re invisible.

I picked up my glass and took a calm sip, pretending none of this bothered me. But the truth? My fingers were itching. If one more person whispered something stupid, I might really throw a dessert spoon at their foreheads.

Suddenly, the music in the hall shifted and a soft hush spread across the room. I turned my head just a little, and noticed several people straightening their posture, fixing their smiles.

Someone important had arrived.

Lando let out a slow breath. "Well," he muttered, "looks like the circus leader finally showed up."

I blinked. "Your father?"

He didn’t answer, but the way his eyes darkened told me everything. His father had arrived.

Honestly, I never expected him to refer to his own father like that. But was he wrong? Not at all. Only a ringmaster would enjoy putting a disabled child on display, just like Victor Brixton was doing right now.

Victor stepped into the hall with that confident, polished aura that rich men always seem to have. I frowned a little, my gaze moving between him and Lando again and again.

It was almost ironic because out of all his sons, Victor looked the most like the one he hated the most.