The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 579

Theo clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice was low and tense. "Citrine Carmichael, what did you just say?"

Citrine, utterly unimpressed, repeated herself as if Theo were hard of hearing. "I said, keep her far away from here. I don't want her dying in our research center. She's filthy."

Furious as he was, Theo held his tongue. Citrine was the most brilliant doctor in the research center he needed her help.

After a long, heavy silence, Theo tried a different approach. "Citrine Carmichael, I'm not asking you to save her for nothing. If you can bring her back, I'll pay you eight million dollars. What do you say?"

Eight million was a massive sum. Theo hoped that would be enough for Citrine to relent.

Citrine snorted. "Eight million. How generous of you, Mr. Glenwood."

Thinking she was dissatisfied, Theo upped the ante. "Ten million, then."

Citrine said nothing, just stared at him with a look that was almost amused, though a hint of mockery lingered in her eyes.

Theo gritted his teeth. "Twenty million."

Still, Citrine remained silent.

"Fifty million," he pressed.

expression never changed. Her indifference was maddening, and Theo's patience began to fray. "Just tell

there was nothing in the world that couldn't be solved with enough money. Citrine was a

blink. The look she gave him was one you'd give an

wouldn't save Jeanette," she said coldly.

at Jeanette with

brow furrowed; his composure finally snapped. He shouted across the lobby, his voice echoing off the marble. "Everyone, come see this! This is the kind of doctor we have

waiting in the lobby turned to look, curiosity

voice ringing with outrage. "It's a doctor's duty to save lives! Since when do

learned the details, some

supposed to help people. That poor girl's at death's door, and these doctors just stand by.

of doctor refuses

few pointed fingers at Citrine and the other doctors in white coats. "You wear that uniform—you should live up to

to

patients and their families, Citrine almost

she muttered, sweeping a cold gaze

to develop the new flu treatment? Was it wrong to