The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1232

"After that, you're coming to the hospital with me for fresh scans."

Claire needed to compare his current state with the old records. The scans were the only way to know if his legs were salvageable.

"I threw the old X-rays away," Ewan muttered, thoroughly devoid of hope and desperate for her to leave.

Claire fixed him with an icy glare. "You want to recover, yet you refuse to cooperate. With zero willpower, how did you ever survive a military academy?"

"Did your family buy your way in?"

That was the final straw.

Ewan gripped the armrests, practically shaking with the urge to hit something.

It was a good thing Claire was a girl. If a guy had said that to him, Ewan would have already thrown a punch.

"How I got in is none of your damn business!"

Buy his way in? Never.

He had crushed every physical exam and aced his academics with ease.

Terrified of exactly that accusation, Ewan had spent his entire senior year studying like a madman.

"You're right, it's not my business. So, do you have the scans or not?"

Claire’s absolute calm only made Ewan feel like he was throwing a pointless tantrum.

Completely outmaneuvered, he grudgingly wheeled himself over to retrieve the medical files.

Claire then pushed his wheelchair out the door, heading straight to the hospital for new imaging.

The attending orthopedic doctor was stunned to hear that Ewan wanted to reevaluate his treatment options.

"I consulted on this case previously. The damage is nearly irreversible."

"He opted for conservative treatment instead of amputation, which left us highly concerned about his long-term prognosis."

The doctor frowned heavily. "The truth is, Ewan’s mobility isn't entirely a lost cause. But since he refused prosthetics, our hands were tied."

"Fitted prosthetics remain his best shot at standing again, but..."

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