The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 712

"No way, really?"

"I thought he came from a pretty wealthy family."

"Why would he be here getting tested for something like that?"

The nurse curled her lip. "Who knows? That's what the requisition form says, anyway."

"You know how it is with those entertainment industry types. They play hard."

"Looks like he partied a little too hard this time and ended up crashing and burning."

The two nurses exchanged a look and shared a knowing smile.

...

It took Clive three grueling hours to finish the rest of his medical exams. This was the one major downside to public hospitals—every single medical professional who examined him could see his chart and his symptoms before he even walked in.

Clive couldn't even count how many subtle, judgmental stares he had endured along the way. Fortunately, he managed to push through and finish all the tests.

The moment he was done, Clive bolted from the hospital, desperate to get home.

But to his dismay, he had barely stepped out the front doors when his phone started buzzing like a death knell.

Clive glanced at the caller ID. It was Winifred.

Winifred only ever called him for a few specific reasons. A familiar sense of dread crept into Clive's chest. He felt a strong wave of resistance, not wanting to answer the call at all.

But Winifred was his financial lifeline. He hadn't even paid off his contract buyout fees yet. If he wanted to survive in this industry, he couldn't afford to offend her.

Taking a deep breath, Clive answered the phone, deliberately softening his voice.

As she spoke, her tone took on a suggestive edge.

"Don't worry, Clive. Just get through tonight, and you can take a nice, long break. Besides, we've got some major VIPs coming tonight. Director Larson and Producer Wyatt will be there. Haven't you always wanted to get into movies? They just happen to be casting a male lead for their new project."

Clive froze.

Director Larson? The young, highly acclaimed Director Larson who swept up international awards like they were nothing?

Clive's heart raced wildly, but a split second later, a dull ache from his lower body snapped him back to reality.

Clive hesitated, forced to decline. "Winifred, I really can't make it this time... I'm actually feeling seriously ill right now. I'm at the hospital getting tests done..."

Refusing once was one thing, but Winifred had offered him a golden opportunity, and he was rejecting her again. Winifred's tone shifted instantly. "The hospital? Clive, you're not lying to me, are you? I seem to recall you being full of energy just a few days ago. How is it that, in a matter of days, you're suddenly so sick you need to be at the hospital running tests?"

Clive racked his brain for an explanation. "Winifred, I swear I'm not lying to you... Actually, I've been feeling sick for the past few weeks, but I was just pushing through it. Today, I just couldn't take it anymore. Please, can you just let me rest for a bit?"