The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 560

The moment he heard there were no available beds, Travis's face changed dramatically. "No beds? Then... what are we supposed to do?"

Manley shot his absent-minded son a sharp look before turning to his niece, his tone softening. "So, where are we headed now?"

Citrine replied coolly, "Crestwood Medical Research Center."

Manley nearly thought he'd misheard her. He stared at her in shock. "Did you say Crestwood Medical Research Center?"

Citrine's voice was quiet. "Yes."

Both Manley and Travis were stunned into silence.

Manley couldn't help but speak up again. "Do you mean that Crestwood? The place where doctors only take patients if they feel like it, and their surgical success rate is ninety-nine point nine eight percent?"

"Mm-hmm." Citrine's mind was already racing ahead, focused on getting to the research center as quickly as possible. Her answer was distracted.

It took Manley and Travis several minutes to process what she'd just said.

By the time the car came to a smooth stop outside Crestwood Medical Research Center, the two men still looked dazed.

It was only when Citrine called their names that they snapped out of it and climbed out of the car.

front entrance, someone came out to greet

of

news often and had seen more than

man strode

or Travis could react, Nathanael stopped right

deeply, then bowed with unmistakable respect. "Chairwoman, you've

response was calm and businesslike. "Are the rooms ready?" Nathanael replied, "Everything's been

up the flu clinic and designated patient

smile flickered across Citrine's

of pride in his eyes as he

like to give me your

handed him the keys without a second

settled, she led Manley and Travis into the research center,

two men followed closely

staff greeted Citrine with robust voices-"Good afternoon, Chairwoman!”—filling

understood: his niece was the

Crestwood Medical Research Center.

suddenly recalled

own treatment at Havencrest,

the Viridis