The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1209

Plus, considering Claire was the student of Mary's junior colleague, and essentially family by extension, Dr. Quincy viewed Claire like his own kin.

"How is that possible?"

Lydia's voice shrank down to a squeak.

She really had just been looking for an easy scapegoat.

But who knew this particular 'easy target' was made of steel?

Hearing Dr. Quincy's defense essentially confirmed that Claire had massive backing.

Lydia sneered at Claire's stunningly beautiful face, instantly convinced the girl was just a kept woman for some powerful billionaire.

Her medical skills probably meant nothing; she just had a sugar daddy padding her resume!

Though intimidated, Lydia forced herself to stay quiet, not daring to push her luck out loud.

The Darwin family's empire had just collapsed. She couldn't afford to be reckless; she needed to preserve whatever scrap of her father's legacy remained to protect her own kids.

"Why wouldn't it be possible? Stop projecting your own incompetence onto others!"

Dr. Quincy's words were brutally blunt.

But he didn't regret them for a single second.

The Darwins had been begging for a reality check.

Ever since the General was admitted, the entire family had been taking turns causing absolute havoc.

They treated the hospital like a loud, trashy fish market, and Dr. Quincy had been sick of it for weeks.

Now that the old man was dead, not only were they utterly remorseless, but they were actively fighting over money and blaming the staff.

It was pathetic that the General had fought so hard to stay alive just for their sakes.

What was the point of having a family like this?

No wonder young Noah wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.

He hadn't even wanted the General to exert any extra energy on him.

Just so he wouldn't owe the rest of the Darwins a single favor.

Lydia's face turned an ugly shade of red.

When had anyone ever disrespected her like this?

Her father's body wasn't even cold yet, and these people were already treating her like trash!

She desperately wanted to complain to management, but with her father gone, she suddenly realized she didn't have the power to intimidate anyone anymore.

"Grieving families lash out. I understand."

"The real question is, Noah, are you okay?"

Claire wasn't trying to be a makeshift therapist, but Noah looked like he was running on absolute fumes.

If he didn't process this soon, he was going to collapse.

He had been physically exhausting himself caring for the old man for weeks.

Now that the General was gone, if Noah didn't get some rest, he was going to end up seriously ill.

"I'm fine, Claire." Noah's voice hitched slightly as he spoke.

Whether he was actually fine was a truth only he knew.

But even if he wasn't, there was no one left to care.

Noah just wanted to go back to his small apartment and sleep for days.

But he couldn't. The General still needed a proper funeral.

Even though the organization was handling the arrangements, Noah wanted to be there for the burial, honoring their bond one last time.