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.

entrance, someone came out

Nathanael, director of Crestwood Medical

the man, but Manley did he watched the news often and had seen more

middle-aged man strode

Nathanael stopped right in

nodded deeply, then bowed with unmistakable respect.

businesslike. "Are the rooms ready?" Nathanael replied, "Everything's been prepared exactly

"We've also set up the flu clinic and designated patient rooms per your request. We've already started

satisfied smile flickered across Citrine's face. "Good.

of pride in his

give me your car keys, I'll

keys without a second

she led Manley and Travis

two men followed closely

voices-"Good afternoon, Chairwoman!”—filling the halls with warmth

his niece was the mysterious

Crestwood Medical Research Center.

suddenly recalled how,

own treatment at Havencrest,

the