The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1131

"I know."

Yolanda Hamilton understood the situation perfectly, but she was choosing to play the fool.

No one could talk her out of it.

She was stubborn to the bone.

You couldn't save someone who didn't want to be saved.

Claire decided to drop it.

She simply advised Yolanda to schedule the surgery as soon as possible if she decided to go through with it.

If she didn't want to, that was fine too.

Some women actually preferred not having a monthly cycle.

"Thank you, Claire," Yolanda said with genuine gratitude.

Claire waved her off. "Head home, Yolanda."

She was exhausted, truly drained.

Who would have thought that an incompetent man would use a playboy facade to hide his shortcomings?

According to Yolanda, Reggie Darwin was nothing but a paper tiger.

He only managed to hook up with Tiffany because of the medication Yolanda had given him.

Wait, she forgot to ask Yolanda if she gave him the medication directly.

If she did, Reggie would have known about his physical condition all along.

Did he run away from the wedding for Yolanda's sake?

Pfft.

Claire was startled by her own ridiculous thought.

No way, that definitely wasn't it!

How could she even picture a dramatic, star-crossed romance between those two?

Judging by the sleazy way Reggie had hit on her the other day, he was just a scumbag.

He wasn't good enough for Yolanda.

Yolanda was truly blinded by her gratitude.

She naively assumed the Reggie from their childhood was the same man he was today.

But the reality was, people changed when they grew up.

Yolanda sneezed a few times in a row, though thankfully, she wasn't coming down with a cold.

She didn't even bother verifying the prescription Claire gave her; she just took it straight to a pharmacy.

She quickly pulled her daughter into the bedroom.

"Did the doctor say what's causing it? Will it come back if you stop competing?"

"Are these herbs supposed to fix it?"

In the past, Mrs. Hamilton had taken her daughter to several doctors, but they never got a definitive diagnosis.

Because Yolanda was so young back then, the doctors had simply told them to wait it out.

Since she had been an athlete since childhood, it wasn't uncommon for late development.

They had mostly sought out holistic practitioners for this issue, never really thinking to consult a traditional clinical specialist.

They never suspected it was a structural problem.

Yolanda let out a heavy sigh. "Actually, you must have had your suspicions back then, right?"

"I remember there was one time after a doctor's appointment, you came home and cried in secret."

That was the only time they had seen a clinical specialist.

It was a gynecologist.

Yolanda had been too young to understand what was going on, but Mrs. Hamilton definitely understood.

Sure enough, a brief flash of discomfort crossed Mrs. Hamilton's face.