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 to greet

was Nathanael, director of Crestwood Medical

did he watched the news often and had seen

the middle-aged man strode

could react, Nathanael stopped right in

then bowed with unmistakable respect. "Chairwoman,

the rooms ready?" Nathanael replied,

"We've also set up the flu clinic and designated

flickered across Citrine's face. "Good.

widened at her praise, a flash of pride in

to give me your car keys, I'll have someone park your

keys without

settled, she led Manley and Travis into the

while the two men followed closely

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

his niece was

Crestwood Medical Research Center.

suddenly recalled how, during

own treatment at Havencrest,

the Viridis