Chapter 264 She had no idea that the solution she'd just tossed out so casually could end up generating a fortune.
If any publicly traded company ever caught wind of this, they'd be lining up to recruit Citrine with sky-high salaries.
The longer Manley chatted with her, the more astonished-and delighted-he became.
He thought to himself: If this girl ever set foot in the business world, the rest of us might as well pack up and go home.
Meanwhile, Travis just sat there, listening to them talk for almost two hours. Their conversation sounded like a foreign language-he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, he couldn't help but blurt out, "You guys are speaking another language here! I don't understand a word." Manley didn't even bother to reply. He glanced at his brilliant niece, then at his clueless son, and found himself at a loss for words.
On the drive hfrom the hospital, Travis was unusually quiet, a gloomy cloud hanging over him.
Noticing his mood, Citrine asked gently, "Hey, what's wrong? Are you upset?" Travis hesitated before answering, "Citrine, I didn't understand anything you and Uncle Manley were talking about back there. Does that mean I'm useless?" Ever since he was a kid, Grandpa had always disliked him because he wasn't good enough.
"How could you think that?" Citrine said softly. "Everyone has something they're good at. There's no reason to feel bad just because you're not good at what someone else is. You have your own strengths, Travis." She couldn't truly put herself in his shoes, but she did her best to understand him.
Besides, in her heart, Travis had always been exceptional.
Citrine offered him a warm smile. "Your grades have been getting better and better, haven't they? If you keep this up, you'll definitely get into a great college. You're always improving, and don't forget-you're amazing at gaming! Didn't you say you wanted to start a team and compete in the national championships?" You've been getting better all along.
Your strength is gaming.
Travis felt a sudden jolt in his chest. He looked at Citrine's bright, encouraging eyes and said, “Thank you, Citrine. I promise—I'll keep getting better." As he spoke, he felt a wellspring of determination rising inside him.
He knew this was motivation.
A few days later, it was tfor Manley's surgery.
Citrine, as the main architect of the treatment plan-and because the operation was both risky and incredibly complex-had to be present in the operating room to direct the procedure.
That morning, Citrine took the day off from school and headed straight to the hospital.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe met with Dr. Parrish and the rest of the surgical team, reviewing the critical points of the operation before heading to the locker room to change into scrubs. Meanwhile, Manley was wheeled into the operating room ahead of time. He lay on the table, tense and afraid.
He dreaded the idea of the surgery failing-of being trapped in that wheelchair forever. Worse, he feared a future where he'd lose all dignity, forced to rely on others for even the most basic needs.
As he lay there, imagining the worst, he was about to close his eyes when suddenly a familiar face appeared above him.
"Citrine?" Manley was stunned.
He blurted, "What are you doing here?"
Citrine pulled down her surgical mask and crouched beside him. eside him. "trohere as the lead consultant. I'll be guiding E the whole procedure in the OR." "You?" Manley blinked in disbelief.
Citrine checked the clock, her voice calm. "I'll explain everything later. For now, the surgery's about to start."
She looked him straight in the eye, her tone more serious serious than everm Uncle Manley, don't be afraid. The surgery will be a success. Trust me." "Alright." Meeting her clear, sincere gaze, Manley felt a strange sense of calm settle over him.
Because the operation was so complicated and carried certainm risks-Manley couldn't be put under full anesthesia. He'd have to make do with just a partial one.