The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 116

Barry expected Lay to put Claire through some kind of test, but he didn’t see this coming at all.

“Claire’s eighteen now, right? At your age, if you have someone to recommend you, you can already take the licensing exam.”

Lay glanced at her. “How long do you think you’d need to prepare for the exam?”

He didn’t bother to hide his concern. “The patient with bone cancer is already in the late stages. If it takes too long for you to get ready, I’m afraid he might not have that long left.”

From the way Lay spoke, Claire could tell he thought there was no way she’d be able to get her medical license any time soon.

“If we try to pull strings and get me a recommendation now, the timing’s going to be really tight,” Claire admitted, not trying to sugarcoat it.

Una, who had been listening nearby, jumped in right away. “I can help with that. Finding someone to give a recommendation slot isn’t a problem.”

“And honestly, you don’t even have to wait until you have the license in hand to start helping with research and treatment,” Una continued. “Once you pass the exam, getting the actual license doesn’t take long.”

Lay nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true. As long as you pass the exam, that’s what matters.”

The actual license could always come later.

“That just sounds like a hassle and a waste of everyone’s time,” Claire said, shaking her head and politely turning down Una’s offer.

Lay studied her, his eyes a little doubtful. “You’re not worried you won’t pass, are you?”

“If that’s what’s going on…”

“No,” Claire cut him off before he could finish. “That’s not it. I just don’t think we need to make it so complicated.”

Lay’s face turned serious. “You still need a medical license. If someone reports you for practicing without one, we’d all get dragged down with you.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Claire agreed. “Which is why I already got mine. Ages ago, actually.”

Lay started to nod, then did a double take. “Wait, say that again?”

“My medical license,” Claire repeated. She reached into the deepest pocket of her backpack, pulled out a slim booklet, and set it on the table in front of Lay.

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