The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1711

"We need to examine the patient first."

Tandy's demand was perfectly logical.

Mr. Charles appreciated their lack of greedy desperation.

It proved the old man was a true professional who prioritized medicine over money.

Maybe, just maybe, they really could save his grandson.

"Excellent. Follow me, I'll take you to him."

The Patriarch's youngest grandson was Lucas Charles.

Claire and Tandy were led into his heavily guarded quarters.

The eighteen-year-old boy possessed a sickly, translucent complexion, looking as if he had been locked in a damp, sunless cave his entire life.

Stripped of any hope of ever walking again, his personality had turned utterly toxic.

When they walked in, Lucas was in the middle of a violent meltdown.

"I said I'm not eating! Are you all deaf?!"

"Get out! Get the hell out of my room!"

Mr. Charles didn't look angry, only deeply pained.

"What happened here?"

He directed the question at the terrified maid scrambling to clean up shattered porcelain.

The maid, acting as Lucas's primary caretaker, was kneeling on the floor, her knees bleeding from the broken glass, yet she didn't dare make a sound.

A middle-aged attendant was desperately trying to coax the boy to eat.

"Lucas, please, just a few bites. The Patriarch is worried sick about you. He even flew in elite doctors from Solenia to examine you."

"What's the point?! Looking at me won't fix my spine!"

Lucas gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, his knuckles white and trembling with pathetic rage.

He lowered his eyes. "Tell my grandfather to stop wasting his time. I'm already a useless cripple."

A useless cripple devoid of dignity, utterly unworthy of life.

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