The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 272

“Didn’t you say last year that if I kept going like this, I’d probably end up stuck in bed?”

Baldrick pushed himself up, leaning on his cane as he took a few steady steps. He glanced at Achilles, a proud grin spreading across his face. “Well, look at me now. What do you think of these legs?”

Achilles couldn’t hide his surprise. “Are you sure you’re actually getting better? What if she just gave you something that makes it seem okay for now, but actually makes things worse later?”

He didn’t mean to sound negative. He just honestly couldn’t believe traditional medicine could work so fast.

Baldrick frowned. “That’s not going to happen.”

He really did trust Claire. A lot of that was because of Hale. The Carter family had a reputation for treating joint problems and rheumatism.

Claire raised her eyebrows, kind of surprised by how much Baldrick believed in her.

“It’s still a good idea to get checked out at the hospital,” Achilles said, his voice a little firmer now that they were talking about health.

Baldrick nodded after a moment. “Alright. If it helps you relax, I’ll go for a checkup.”

“So, what did this miracle doctor give you? How did she treat you?” Achilles was even more curious now, seeing how much Baldrick trusted her.

“Acupuncture, herbal steam baths, and a special medicinal wine that’s been passed down in her family.”

Baldrick didn’t mention Claire’s name right away, just described her methods.

“I’ve actually heard of herbal steam baths.” Achilles was a Western doctor, but he had studied some combined therapies for arthritis. Acupuncture and herbal wine weren’t new to him either. Acupuncture was pretty standard, but as for those miracle wines… Well, most of the ones sold out there didn’t work at all.

“Do you have that wine yet? Can I take a look?” Achilles asked.

“This handwriting has real style,” Achilles said, a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Latonia, who had been lost in her own misery about Dane’s engagement, finally looked over at the sound of her grandfather’s praise. Padgett, trying to join in, leaned closer for a look too.

“This handwriting…” Padgett muttered. He recognized it right away. Wasn’t this Claire’s?

He glanced at Claire.

She quickly looked away, pretending not to notice, avoiding her grandfather’s gaze.

Padgett couldn’t be sure—was it really Claire’s writing or not?

But when Claire turned her head, she found herself looking straight at Dane. Their eyes met and held for a moment.