The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 564

Meanwhile, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a boy just past ten sat slumped on his bed, his mood heavy and glum. But when he saw the streamer's reply pop up on his phone, he shot upright, excitement brightening his eyes.

He typed quickly: "Sis, I'm not playing games! I'm trying to help my parents book an appointment at Crestwood Medical Research Center!"

Citrine paused for a moment, then asked gently, "Are your mom and dad down with the flu?"

At the mention of it, the boy's face fell again.

A request to join the live chat came through, and Citrine accepted without hesitation.

A soft, childish voice came from the other end, low and a little weak: "My mom, my dad, and even my grandparents all caught it. I'm the only one at home who's still okay. They won't let me near them because they don't want me to get sick too."

His voice trembled as he continued, "I heard Crestwood Medical Research Center finally has some special medicine, so I took my mom's phone and tried to get them an appointment. But there are just too many people trying-I can't get through at all."

The boy's voice broke, close to tears. "I'm useless. I can't do anything for them."

Citrine pressed her lips together, her heart aching a little for him. She stayed silent for a moment, then said softly, "If you trust me, I can help."

The boy sounded surprised. "How?"

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