Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks
My Billionaire Family 497

Chapter 497

When the little girl whispered those words, Hank was indeed not nearby.

Cherise immediately understood what the colorful flashing images on the computer were. She glanced casually at Hank before turning back to the little girl. He's that good, huh?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically, clearly proud. "Yes! I heard Maeve say that Hank is trying to learn more to make more money, so Ms. Leach, can you teach Hank properly?" Cherise gently patted the little girl's head and nodded. "Of course I can.*

The little girl beamed. "Alright, I'm done telling you my secret, Ms. Leach. Don't tell anyone, okay? Can I go pick a toy now?"

"Go ahead, Cherise said softly.

As the little girl happily ran off, and the adults around them moved gifts, Cherise's gaze lingered on Hank for a few seconds before she smiled.

Hank, Maeve, Hugh, and Zander carried heavy things like fruits and books inside the house.

The remaining kids were gathered around the new toys, laughing joyfully.

The next moment, amid the laughter, a small, thin girl suddenly collapsed backward.

The other four kids screamed in unison. "Clara! Maeve, Hank, Clara passed out again!"

Jean, who had been watching nearby, was startled and confused by the sudden turn of events.

Cherise quickly ran over and, seeming quite calm, scooped Clara up into her arms.

Maeve and Hank, hearing the commotion from inside, rushed out and saw Cherise carrying Clara toward them. They immediately cleared the way. "Ms. Leach, Clara has had type 1 diabetes since birth," Hank said, knowing Cherise's medical expertise.

Cherise nodded, continuing her stride. down."

ear a little space, and don't let the others crowd around. Calm the other kids

Zander, Jean, and Hugh took the other four children outside to keep them occupied.

Hank and Maeve led Cherise to the place where the children usually rested.

Cherise gently laid Clara down and, as she opened her eyes wide to check, quickly asked, "Has she been getting her insulin injections on time?"

Maeve responded seriously, "Yes, she injected this morning, first thing."

Cherise nodded and became more serious. Without a stethoscope, she leaned down to listen to Clara's chest for a moment.

After standing up, Cherise asked, "Has Clara shown any new symptoms recently?"

Maeve seemed to be thinking hard. "Since yesterday, Clara's been noticeably more lethargic and not in a good mood.

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"She was so excited to hear-you were coming, but when you showed up today, she didn't seem as excited as I thought she'd be. Ms. Leach, could this be related?" "Could it be diabetic ketoacidosis?" Hank suddenly asked Cherise

Cherise looked up at him. "Yes, I think so. I'll help Clara stabilize for now. Go tidy up the things. Clara might need to stay in the hospital for a while."

"What?" Maeve was immediately worried, her hands twisting together as she spoke anxiously. "Oh, okay. I'll pack her things right away."

As Maeve turned to leaye, Hank grabbed her hand, probably sensing her inner conflict, and said, "I'll take care of the money. Don't worry about that."

Cherise glanced over at Hank and Maeve, then continued her actions, pulling out needles from her bag.

Once Maeve left, Hank crouched down beside Cherise, watching closely as she prepared to inject Clara, and asked, "Ms. Leach, Clara's only twelve. She's supposed to be going to elementary school. Is there really no cure for her condition?" Cherise didn't stop what she was doing. "Your knowledge of medicine is good. You should know that type 1 diabetes is congenital. It was set from the moment she was born."

Hank nodded. "Yes, I know. But she's just so young. At this age, kids should wake up excited to go to school, with their mom and dad beside them. But she didn't.

"She's lost both parents. Every morning, the first thing she does is prick her finger to check her blood sugar, then inject insulin. She can't even enjoy the lollipops, cakes, or coffee that other girls love.

"You're a professor at Betrico University. If no one else can do anything, then what about you? Can you help her?"

Hank's voice was filled with emotion. Deep down, he knew the chances were slim, but he couldn't help but hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance.

Cherise shook her head.

Hank's shoulders immediately slumped, his disappointment palpable.

As Cherise removed the needle from Clara's body, she spoke softly. "I can only do my best to manage her complications and make sure her condition doesn't interfere with her schooling before she reaches adulthood. "As for the rest, give me some time to figure it out. Clara is almost awake. Don't wait. Let's take her to the hospital for tests. We'll talk more once the results are in."

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