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.

they reached the front entrance, someone

Nathanael, director of Crestwood Medical Research

the news often and had seen more than a

the middle-aged man

react, Nathanael stopped right in front

deeply, then bowed with

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

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

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

praise, a flash of pride in his eyes

cheerfully, "Chairwoman, if you'd like to give me your

him the keys without

and Travis into the

while the two men followed closely

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

his niece was

Crestwood Medical Research Center.

recalled how,

own treatment at Havencrest,

the Viridis