NovelXXXChapter 581 Hearing Citrine call her "the rapist's daughter" again and again, Theo's face turned an ugly shade. He held Jeanette tighter, his fingers pressing so hard they nearly dug into her skin.
If Jeanette hadn't been unconscious, she probably would have cried out in pain.
Theo felt a surge of anger burning in his chest. He clenched his jaw, shot a furious glare at the bodyguard behind him, and growled, "Go register her. Now." The bodyguard was about to get up when a crisp, clear voice cut through the tension.
"Nathanael, contact the authorities. From this moment on, our research center will no longer accept the Glenwoods or the rapist's daughter." Citrine smiled coldly and added, "And put their names on the hospital's blacklist." Crestwood Medical Research Center held a prestigious reputation not only in the world of medicine but in the city of Crestwood itself. Citrine's words made her stance unmistakably clear: the research center would have nothing more to do with the Glenwoods or Jeanette.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNathanael, who had never liked Theo, brightened at Citrine's order and answered with conviction, "Understood." Theo's bodyguard froze, torn between obeying Theo's command and Citrine's ban. He stood there, paralyzed with indecision.
"Citrine Carmichael, what gives you the right to denymedical treatment?" Theo's voice trembled with rage, his glare fixed on Citrine.
Citrine's expression never wavered.
She looked at Theo and gave a slight, cold smile. "I'm the director of this center. That means I can refuse anyone I want, at any time." Her face hardened.
She called out, "Security, escort these people out." The security guards stationed at the door immediately stepped forward, forming a barrier between Theo's group and the rest of the hospital.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you and your people to leave. If you don't cooperate, we'll have to remove you by force." Theo's pride was wounded beyond measure. Born the only son of the Glenwood family, the most powerful family in Crestwood, he was used to being treated like royalty. Every humiliation he'd ever suffered had cat Citrine's hands.
He gritted his teeth. "Fine. You'll regret this, Citrine Carmichael." Citrine didn't flinch. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "Get out." In the following days, stories about hospitals delaying patients' treatment to chase profits exploded online. It wasn't long before Citrine saw these reports too.
That very day, she ordered a thorough investigation into the hospitals named in the reports and, one by one, canceled all partnerships with them.
Next, she had her team compile a public "red and black list" of om hospitals-trustworthy and not and posted it on the center's website.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine also shared the list ofher own video channel.
She went further: creating a detailed chart of flu symptoms in early and mid-stages, outlining proper om treatments, what over-the-counter e medicines to buy at each stage, and when to seek medical attention at a hospital. Once finished, Citrine posted the information on her channel and had the research center's staff share it on the official site.
Thanks to these efforts, countless flu patients learned to treat themselves at home, sparing the hospitals from being overwhelmed and helping families avoid unnecessary trips. Weekend.
Early Saturday morning, Citrine's phone buzzed with a call from Raymond. On the other end, Weston and Manley took turns urging her to chome.
Citrine checked her schedule, saw she was free for the next two days, and finally agreed.
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