NovelEnglishChapter 293 Evergreen Health Center was originally established as a sanctuary for those from the orphanage, ensuring they wouldn't be mistreated anymore. It also provided free medical care for those less fortunate.
The wealthy patients, on the other hand, were our financial backbone-balancing the scales, so to speak.
"Then we're pulling out," Pearce declared, as he and a few other directors tore up their contracts.
"So, are we still blacklisting Allen Ramsey?" With Max present, I seized the moment to secure Allen Ramsey for Evergreen Health Center, sparing him from any harassment by the old guard.
"No blacklisting," they all promised in unison, looking to Max as if seeking his approval.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Allen Ramsey, you're with Evergreen Health Center from now on," I announced.
I didn't expect Allen to refuse. "Claire, I want to try my luck abroad. The atmosphere here..." He trailed off.
"No worries, go ahead," I said, standing up. I glanced at Max. "The food here is awful. How about we grab sapple pie and maybe sice cream? I've been craving something cold." But I saw hesitation in Max's eyes.
"Sure," he finally agreed, and with all eyes on us, we left the room.
Helen was tasked with disposing of all the signed documents.
As I got into the car, Max said, "I need to speak with Helen for a bit. Wait forhere." He kissed my forehead and walked over to Helen, who seemed to be apologizing, her head bowed. It looked like a reprimand.
I glanced at the front passenger seat where Claude sat.
"Do you want to know what they're talking about?" he suddenly asked me.
"No," I replied. If Max didn't wantto hear, it was probably nothing good.
"Claire, I'll bet you anything Uncle Max won't let you have that pie or ice cream," Claude teased.
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to bet.
"Claire, have you forgiven me?" he asked, a hint of regret in his voice.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Forgiven you for what? What's past is past. But Claude, if you ever turn against Max, he'll make sure you regret it." I almost said I wouldn't forgive him, but Max's ability to handle things was far superior. He'd make Claude pay dearly.
"Claire, you trust Uncle Max more than you ever trusted me," he said, sounding a bit forlorn, but I paid no heed. "But, Claire, Uncle Max won't let you eat that stuff. Trust me." "You're boring," I replied just as Max got into the car. He turned toand said, "Helen mentioned a new bistro nearby. They've got roast duck, Sweet and sour pork, and fish stew your favorites. How about we try that and see if we have room for dessert afterward?" I shot Claude a glance, and he smirked triumphantly.
"Max, am I sick or something? First, I can't drink, and now no cold treats either." Just today, Helen had specifically
toldto avoid alcohol, and now Max was forbidding anything cold As om a medical student, my mind leapt to the conclusion that perhaps my previous miscarriage had lefwith lingering health issues. My heart tightened with worry.
"It's nothing serious, just schronic gastritis from your last m check-up thought it'd be good to give your stomach a break, let it heal a bit," Max said, trying to sound casual, but his glare at Claude was anything but. "Claude, maybe you don't have enough work. How familiar are you with the Hilton family business? Recite sof it for Claire, so she gets a sense of it too." Claude groaned, "Uncle, your payback is swift." Max snorted. "Get out."
He was too sharp, clearly hiding m something fromIt wasn't just gastritis, that much I knew.
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