The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 172

Both sisters took their father’s illness seriously, so when the hospital asked for signatures, they had no problem agreeing. With both signatures in place, the hospital had nothing to object to, and it was actually much better for Barry and his team.

Claire was in charge of acupuncture and making the herbal ointment. The ointment had to be mixed in the hospital lab. They were worried someone might slip something into it, and if anything went wrong, who would take the blame? Claire didn’t mind. She was happy to go along with their rules. The lab gave her a private room to work with her herbs.

Barry finally found out who Claire’s teacher was, not because he asked her, but because he ran into the vice president of the hospital while running errands. Once Barry learned that Claire’s mentor was Dr. Hale, he did some digging. The Carter family had practiced medicine for generations, and their ancestors had even been royal physicians. That legacy lasted all the way until Dr. Hale’s generation, when the family tradition finally ended.

Dr. Hale passed all his knowledge to Claire, his youngest student. Barry admired the old doctor, who had suffered a lot during tough historical times, and he couldn’t help but treat Claire with extra kindness—like a favorite grandchild.

Claire hadn’t realized having a respected teacher and a real medical lineage made people trust her a lot more than if she’d learned everything on her own.

She worked in the lab until three in the afternoon and then decided to leave early. She found Barry to let him know. “Barry, I’ve got something to do tonight. I need to head out of town and pick someone up, so I’m heading off now, okay?”

She drove Edison’s car, the one that was usually parked at home. Barry just waved her off. “Go on, get going.”

He really couldn’t stop Claire if she wanted to leave. As long as she finished her work on time, he had nothing to complain about. Claire was always on top of her tasks anyway.

She planned to make the trip alone, but just as she was about to start the car, her phone rang. It was Lance. The timing couldn’t have been worse—she groaned to herself.

“Where are you?” Lance sounded irritated.

“I’m about to head out and pick up Grandma,” Claire answered honestly.

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