Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570

Morris listened to what Cherise had said and understood that it would indeed be difficult to cure Claire. After all, her condition had persisted for so many years,

He gently approached Cherise, casting just a brief glance at Claire lying in bed before shifting his gaze back to Cherise. “Is it necessary for her to wake up in order to treat her?” he asked.

Cherise nodded. “It would be best. But given her current state, it’s hard to say when she might wake up again?

“It’s getting late. Let’s head back to the hotel and rest. We can come back tomorrow, Morris suggested.

“Alright,” Cherise agreed. She glanced at the time; it was nearly midnight. They really needed to get some rest.

Before leaving, Cherise turned her head and took one last look at the sleeping Claire. She followed Morris to the sliding door, quietly pulled it open, stepped outside, and then gently closed it behind her.

At the moment the sliding door was fully closed, Claire, lying in bed, seemed to open her eyes for a brief moment. But less than half a second later, she tightly shut them again.

Outside, upon seeing Cherise and Morris emerge, the others quickly stood up from the sofa.

“Ms. Leach, I think I should still call you Ms. Leach. Is there any hope for Mom?” Hank was the first to ask Cherise.

Cherise neither confirmed nor denied. “It’s still quite complicated. If possible, I’d like to take her back to Clusia for treatment.

“But ideally, we should wait for her to wake up and check her condition. We should also ask for her opinion.”

Lucy, standing nearby, interjected, “Hey, you’re her daughter, and Hank is her son. If you two agree, that should be enough.

Lucy’s point was valid, but Cherise still explained, “Alright. Let’s wait another two days. If she hasn’t woken up by then, we’ll leave the decision to Hank.”

Back at the hotel, after shedding the exhaustion from the day, Cherise stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling window, gazing at the cityscape of Astamia outside.

When Morris emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and expecting to find her fast asleep, he was surprised to see her standing quietly by the window, arms wrapped around herself.

Her silhouette looked incredibly lonely–so much so that it made him want to hold her close and protect her. And that’s exactly what he did.

He walked over, stood behind her, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, resting his head on her shoulder as he joined her in looking out the window.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked softly.

Cherise smiled faintly, lowering her hands to rest on top of Morris’s, which were tightly holding her waist. “I just don’t feel sleepy,” she replied.