The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 570

Chapter 570:

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“Keep it or not…” Corrine murmured, her tone laced with contemplation. Her grandfather had asked her this very question before. Yet, deep down, she had never truly opposed the arrangement. If anything, it now felt like an obligation—something that inevitably bound her to Nate.

As they conversed, they reached the hospital room.

Inside, Christos, the renowned specialist in cardiology and neurology, was conducting an examination. He spoke with Jayden afterward, discussing the treatment plan.

“For now, Carl’s blood pressure is stable. If no further complications arise, we will proceed with the surgery.”

Despite his authority, Jayden showed Christos the respect he was due.

“We appreciate your help, Dr. Ellis.”

Christos offered a faint smile.

“It is nothing, Mr. Ford.”

As he turned to leave, his gaze landed on Corrine just as she entered. He hesitated briefly before greeting her with measured respect.

“Miss Holland.”

Corrine inclined her head, her expression calm.

“Dr. Ellis, how is my grandfather?”

Christos responded, “His condition is stable for now, but we have identified significant narrowing in his blood vessels. To reduce the risk of a severe stroke in the future, we strongly recommend a stent implant. I have already discussed this with Mr. Jayden Ford, and he raised no objections. So, what do you think…”

He was waiting for her approval.

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Corrine met his gaze and nodded.

“Please proceed with the plan. Thank you for everything, Dr. Ellis.”

For a fleeting moment, Christos appeared unsettled, as though unaccustomed to such gratitude.

“There is no need to thank me. This is simply my duty.”

This woman was no ordinary person. She was Nate’s woman. Even if he had the audacity, he would not dare accept her thanks.

After finalizing the pre-surgical arrangements, Christos exited the room. Jacob watched him leave, his expression momentarily reflective. Men of Christos’ caliber carried a distinct pride. He was a pioneer in his field. A routine stent surgery hardly required his direct involvement. Just what kind of influence did the Ford family wield to have a man of his stature personally overseeing the procedure?

Corrine made her way to Carl’s bedside, picking up an apple and a small fruit knife from the table. Carl, looking frail from the ordeal, glanced up at her.

“I told you, I’m fine. Why have you come back again?”

“I wanted to see for myself how you were doing,” Corrine replied softly. Just being here, ensuring he was safe, brought her a sense of relief. Carl observed her in silence as she carefully peeled the apple, a long breath escaping him.

“You remind me of your mother.”

On the surface, she was composed and obedient. But beneath that exterior, she was just as unyielding as her mother had been. Once she made a decision, no one could sway her.

“As for your mother’s ashes, do not worry too much. Your uncles are using every connection they have to investigate. We will have answers soon.” His words were punctuated by a sudden cough.

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