RankNovelChapter 176 Citrine quietly accepted the bank card, feeling the weight of Weston's attachment as she prepared to leave. She glanced back at him. "I'll cvisit often, I promise." "Go on, get out of here," Weston replied, waving her off with a gruff smile.
The very next day, a text message arrived.
Patten: Chairwoman, Sawyer's willing to hand over fifty percent of the Iverson family's shares in exchange for Holbrook's medical treatment. But Holbrook's condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse-he likely won't survive surgery. Only you can handle this. Do you want to take the case? Fifty percent. Citrine couldn't help but smirk: Sawyer was truly desperate. Without those shares, the Iverson Group would be teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
Perfect. Tto finish what fate had started.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine's lips curled into a cold smile as she quickly replied: Tell him to transfer the shares first.
That sday, Sawyer signed over the shares to Patten, who immediately transferred them to Citrine.
With the paperwork done, Citrine and Patten headed to the Iverson family's old estate that afternoon. Sawyer looked genuinely surprised when he saw Citrine. "What are you doing here?" Patten cast him a disinterested glance and replied in a cold tone, "I brought her to check on Holbrook. Is there a problem?" Sawyer just assumed Citrine was tagging along and shrugged it off. "No problem at all. This way, please." As soon as Citrine stepped inside, a teacup churtling straight at her.
"Citrine, how dare you show your face here!" Clifford stormed forward, grabbing her by the collar with a murderous glare.
Patten jumped, about to intervene, but Citrine was faster. She slapped Clifford, hard, right across the face. Her voice was icy. "If you want your grandfather to live, you'd better back off." She hadn't held back-blood trickled from the corner of Clifford's mouth as he stood there, stunned and speechless.
Ignoring him, Citrine strode forward to examine Holbrook.
Aline rushed over, dragging Citrine aside. "Citrine, stop causing trouble-let Dr. Reed handle this." Sawyer and the rest of the Iverson family glared at her with open hostility.
Sawyer's voice was cold. "Citrine, I specifically invited Dr. Reed today. Don't interfere again." After all the times Citrine had ruined his plans in the past, Sawyer was wary. Patten's face darkened with anger. Idiots, the whole lot of them.
He turned to the family and explained, "Holbrook's condition is unique-surgery isn't an option. Citrine is the only one who can help him. I asked her to come." Shock rippled across the room.
Aline stared at Citrine in disbelief. "She's just a student! How could she possibly help?" "Exactly, Dr. Reed-she's just a kid," Sawyer scoffed, equally skeptical.
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Patten's expression turned thunderous. "I'm the director of St. Raphael's I don't joke about things like this. Believeor don't. It's your choice."
Sawyer understood the stakes all too well. If St. Raphael's couldn't save Holbrook, there'd be nothing left to do ve but make funeral arrangements. His eyes grew fierce as he shot Aline a warning look. "Enough. Let Citrine take a look." As Citrine examined Holbrook, her expression darkened.
She'd kept his illness under control for months-there was no w way it m should have suddenly worsened like this. Something was off. A closer look revealed the problem: the color of Holbrook's tongue was all wrong.
This wasn't a relapse.
It looked a lot more like poison.
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