Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Neither Benjamin nor I had any interest in further conversation, but her sheer audacity knew no bounds, She physically blocked our path.

“President Sinclair, I understand that Elara’s claims about treating your mother’s legs have made you trust her blindly,” she blurted out, thinking on her feet–o not thinking at all. “But I can treat Mrs. Sinclair’s condition, too! And I can cut the treatment time she’d need in half!”

she seemed convinced that whatever I could fix couldn’t be that complicated. She could always run back to her company and consult Wilbert if needed.

couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you sure about that?”

Positive!” A flicker of unease crossed her features at my reaction, but she was in too deep now. Connecting with the Sinclairs was the priority. Everything else ould be figured out later. Her motto had always been the ends justify the means.‘ History only remembers the winners, right?

Benjamin’s ingrained politeness kept his tone even, though he was dealing with a special kind of stupid. “Are you even aware of my mother’s specific ondition?”

Amelia hesitated. “…Not in detail, no.”

Then how can you be so certain you can cure her?”

We both graduated from the same prestigious medical program!” she declared, as if that settled it. “And that drug she’s running clinical trials on? I’m leveloping the same one! My trials are already underway too!”

Benjamin’s mouth pressed into a thin, unamused line. “And these two facts have led you to the mistaken belief that your medical skills are on par with Dr.

Windsor’s?”

He’d had her looked into after her recent daily visits. Her file was light on healing, heavy on shady dealings. Meanwhile, he knew from Aiden I was old man Colton’s protégé, with fifteen years of training under my belt. I’d never flaunted it, choosing to build a solid reputation through years of quiet work at the Ming An Clinic. Where did this woman get off comparing herself to me?

eeing Amelia’s stubborn, unyielding expression, Benjamin decided to lay his cards on the table. “My mother has been paralyzed, confined to a wheelchair for ver a decade. Can you still ‘cure‘ that?”

What?

melia’s jaw dropped. She stared at me, disbelief warring with vindication. “Since when can you cure paralysis?! You’d lie about something this huge just to get

lose to the Sinclairs…”

I’ve always been able to,” I said mildly, a faint smile on my lips. “Instead of wasting your energy on schemes, maybe you should spend that time actually mproving your skills.”

Vith that, Benjamin and I stepped around her in unison, entering the waiting elevator as security finally moved to intercept her. The doors closed on her tunned, furious face.

Third Person Perspective)

melia left the Sinclair building, her expression thunderous. She headed straight back to her company and summoned Wilbert to her office.

A patient who’s been paralyzed in both legs for over a decade,” she demanded, the moment he walked in. “What are the chances of a full recovery?”

he more she thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. If Elara could really pull that off, her name would be as famous as Colton’s across the country. She youldn’t need to bother with grueling drug R&D. Treating wealthy, influential families would make her a fortune.

Vilbert frowned. “Chances?”

Yes, chances!”

Zero. Not a chance.” He pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. “Maybe shortly after the injury, we could try something. But after more than ten years? It’s

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impossible. I can’t do it.”

“So…” Elara was lying to the Sinclairs, just as she’d suspected. Amelia needed to be sure. “So, this kind of condition is basically incurable, right? No one can fix

it?”

“You could say that,” Wilbert nodded. Then he added, “Except for old man Colton. He’s the inheritor of the ‘Ancient Eighteen Needles‘ technique. That method has produced miracles with some rare conditions.”

What? A spike of pure, acidic jealousy shot through Amelia. “You’re saying if Colton passed that technique to Elara, then she really could cure…”

That technique only has one inheritor per generation,” Wilbert reminded her. “Master Colton would have only taught it to his one true protégé.”

Hearing this, the knot of anxiety in Amelia’s chest loosened, replaced by a smug, triumphant smile. So, Elara was digging her own grave, daring to lie to the Sinclairs. She couldn’t wait to see how this would blow up in that bitch’s face!

Wilbert watched her shifting expressions, confused. “Are we done here? I need to get back.”

“Wait.” Amelia stopped him. “What’s the feedback from the trial participants for our drug?”

Wilbert’s face immediately soured. “Where exactly did you get the R&D data for this drug?”

Amelia’s smile widened. “Is the feedback that good?”

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