The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 567

Monica and Wade stared in disbelief. "You mean Citrine performed the surgery herself?" They had assumed Citrine was simply overseeing the operation alongside the other specialists, never imagining she would actually be involved hands-on.

The nurse, overhearing their conversation, paused in surprise. "Aren't you close to the president? How could you not know?"

She continued, a touch of pride in her voice, "Our president is the star expert at Crestwood Medical Research Center. She rarely steps into the operating room herself, but when she does, there's nothing to worry about. Your surgery was performed personally by her, so you're really in the best hands."

The nurse's admiration was obvious, her face glowing with pride as she spoke.

Hearing the words "important people," Hilda's eyes lit up.

This was the first time she truly understood Citrine's accomplishments and reputation in the medical field. She couldn't help but be stunned. "Citrine is incredible. To have achieved so much by eighteen-there can't be another person in the world like her."

An eighteen-year-old CEO of a listed corporation, bestselling author, leading expert at Crestwood Medical Research Center, and the enigmatic president behind it all—any one of these titles would be enough to turn heads.

The nurse, clearly delighted by Hilda's praise, became even more enthusiastic, her eyes shining as if she'd found a kindred spirit. "Our president isn't just brilliant —she's compassionate too. When she saw how many people were dying from the flu outbreak, she worked six days and nights straight without sleep to develop a new antiviral, and she designed a whole range of treatment protocols. Without her, I don't know how we would've gotten through this epidemic."

Monica, Wade, and Hilda all stared at the nurse, stunned-and, beneath the shock, unmistakably proud.

them had realized Citrine was the one behind the breakthrough

what's your connection to our president anyway? She didn't just pull some strings for you—she even let you use her private recovery suite for the

for Hilda. Her heart pounded

hesitated to reveal more,

explains it. The president treats you all so

nurse's excitement, Hilda smiled and asked, "You really like your president, don't

replied instantly. "Honestly, I think everyone at the research

an outstanding doctor-she's

...

showering Citrine with praise, the nurse

sooner had she left

herself walked in, carrying

takeout containers. She severalet

"Here, while it's still

a little dazed. "Thank

the moment Citrine entered, Hilda's gaze never left her.

at the sight of her