Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 569

As Hank had said, it was clear upon entering that this was indeed a small hospital. Compared to the medical environments in many places in Clusia, this one was much more basic.

There were several small rooms, with a reception desk, consultation rooms, examination rooms, a pharmacy… the space was limited. After all, Astamia’s economic conditions were restricted.

Lucy, who had been walking ahead, stopped as they neared the stairs. “Cherise, your mother is upstairs. The stairs are a bit narrow, so please follow me.”

“Okay,” Cherise replied softly. She followed Lucy carefully, step by step.

Soon, they reached the second floor. In contrast to the simplicity of the first floor, the second floor was surprisingly pleasant. It was warm, bright, and had a decor style similar to Clusia’s, with everything neatly arranged and very clean.

It was evident that the person living here was someone who loved life.

At a glance, it looked like a typical three–bedroom, two–living–room apartment. However, one of the rooms was separated by a large white glass door.

From inside, the unmistakable sound of medical equipment beeping could be heard, along with the strong scent of disinfectants and various medications.

Cherise spotted the door immediately. She said nothing, standing still with a solemn expression, staring at it.

Hank, who was walking ahead, turned around and saw Cherise’s expression and eyes. He pointed toward the door. “Our mother is inside that room.”

“How about we don’t disturb you and give you some space to be alone with her? You can go in first and take a look,” he suggested.

added, “Cherise, go in. I’m sure your mother will be so happy when she

didn’t speak or respond, standing there quietly.

knew what she was thinking. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go in, but at this moment, her

and then, lowering his head, whispered to

were just what she needed. At that moment, Cherise was seeking someone to provide the emotional strength she lacked. She turned to Morris, nodded

walked hand in hand to the door

surgical bed, raised high, faced away from them. Beside the bed was the medical machine that emitted constant

casually closed the sliding

and continued toward the white surgical bed. Each

by the door, stopping where he was, quietly accompanying her in

there was her mother,

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tightly shut. Perhaps due to spending so many years indoors without much exposure to sunlight, her skin was

sleep, her facial features still conveyed grace and beauty. Compared to others of her age, she appeared remarkably

she could easily tell that Claire’s breathing was steady and her

really do look just like I remember–no change at all. And look at me now, all

introduce myself first. I’m Cherise, your daughter, the one you carried for ten months.” She took

that her hands, hanging at her sides, were tightly gripping the hem of her