The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel 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.

As they reached the front entrance, someone came out to greet them.

It was Nathanael, director of Crestwood Medical Research Center.

Travis didn’t recognize the man, but Manley did—he watched the news often and had seen more than a few international interviews with Nathanael.

Now, the middle-aged man strode purposefully toward them.