The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1230

Why did this whole scenario still feel incredibly suspicious?

"I study both traditional and modern medicine. Your family mentioned you've been actively resisting treatment, refusing hospital visits, and chasing off every specialist they send."

Claire was never one to sugarcoat things.

Since she was being so blunt, Ewan matched her energy.

"Dr. Claire, don't you think trying to treat a condition like mine is just a massive waste of time?"

Claire let out a dry laugh. "Who gave you that terminal diagnosis? Yourself?"

Ewan choked on his words. She wasn't wrong—he was the one who had thrown in the towel.

Once the hospital declared his spine beyond repair, stating his only chance of standing involved double amputation and prosthetics, he had shut down completely.

If he could never walk on his own two legs again, why drag out the agony?

"Are you incredibly busy?" Claire pressed when he remained silent.

He wasn't. Not at all.

In fact, he had absolutely nothing but free time. After his heroic rescue cost him his legs, his cadet career was over, and he had formally withdrawn from the academy.

He had zero intentions of ever returning to a classroom.

A cripple dreaming of the military was a pathetic joke.

Unless, of course, he wanted to pivot to a desk job in tech.

But even then, he wasn't exactly a tech genius, and no division was eager to recruit a liability.

He hadn't hesitated when he jumped in to save that life; it wasn't just blind impulse.

He didn't regret the sacrifice, but being permanently grounded had stripped away his entire future.

"Busy with what? I literally do nothing." Ewan glared, wondering if she was intentionally mocking him.

Look at him—what could he possibly have on his schedule?

"If you aren't busy, then why refuse treatment?"

"Time is the one thing you have an endless supply of right now. How is it a waste?"

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