The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 563

Manley and Travis spent a good while trading barbs with Weston, their voices rising and falling in the cramped hospital hallway.

Suddenly, both father and son seemed to recall something important, and their gazes shifted to Citrine.

Travis looked at her, concern etched deep into his features. "Citrine, I heard from the director-you haven't slept a wink these past few days, working around the clock to develop a cure. You've barely touched your meals."

Manley's voice was thick with worry. "You should get some rest, Citrine. We can handle things here."

With their words hanging in the air, Weston and Raymond finally noticed the exhaustion shadowing Citrine's face the dark circles beneath her eyes, the bloodshot whites. Her cheeks had grown hollower, her jawline too sharp, making her look far younger and yet terribly worn down.

She must have run herself ragged these last few days.

Raymond and Weston both felt a sting in their eyes as they watched her, hearts aching at the sight of her drawn, tired face.

After some gentle cajoling, they finally convinced Citrine to go get some much- needed rest.

open as she trudged back to her suite, and the moment she hit the

in ages. Citrine didn't wake

eyes, her first thought was to check on Raymond

Combined with Citrine's earlier efforts— lowering their fevers, disinfecting, and administering antiviral drugs at the onset of their illness-they were already beginning to recover. They looked far more alert, a

patients with milder cases of the flu were given medicine and sent home. In the past two

the only institution in

was flooded

Medical! I picked up their medicine a few days ago and I'm already

Crestwood are so compassionate. They treat every

center has developed both a cure and

is so affordable, less than fifty bucks per person. They're practically giving

lining up outside Crestwood as early as four or five

the night from neighboring states,

were stretched to the limit. Some stood in fine all day without ever making it inside. In the days that followed, the news reported that many flu patients had died while