The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 416

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Chapter 416 You Look Just Like Her

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Jeffrey lay quietly on the bed, his face pale as ash; the machines beside him beeped in steady rhythm. Shawn knelt at the bedside, clutching Jeffrey’s frail hand, his voice trembling. “Grandpa, I’m back…”

Kaizen walked over and patted Shawn’s shoulder. “The doctor said your grandfather’s body is too weak; after this sudden shock, I’m afraid…”

Something flashed through Shawn’s mind. He suddenly jumped to his feet, nearly knocking Kaizen over. He rushed forward and grabbed Sloane’s arm. “Dr. Rivers, you cured me when I was poisoned by that neurotoxin–please, I’m begging you, find a way to save my grandfather too!”

As Sloane stepped out of the shadows into the light, Kaizen and several of the Oliver family elders drew sharp breaths.

“Her face…” Kaizen’s wife covered her mouth, stumbling back a step.

Only then did Kaizen truly notice the girl who had come back with him.

Under the bright lights, he finally realized something shocking–Sloane’s features bore an uncanny resemblance to his late sister Beth; they could’ve been eight–tenths alike.

Sloane caught their reactions but was far more focused on Jeffrey’s condition. She quickly approached the bed and began a practiced examination of Jeffrey’s pulse and pupils.

Her fingers rested lightly on Jeffrey’s wrist; a faint crease appeared between her brows. While checking his pupils, she discreetly examined his nails and tongue, and the suspicion in her heart deepened.

“Dr. Rivers,” Shawn asked urgently, “how’s my grandfather doing?”

Sloane withdrew her hand; her expression was grave yet composed. “Jeffrey’s condition is complicated,” she said evenly.

“He has preexisting cardiovascular and cerebrovascular issues, along with symptoms of a neurological disorder.” She deliberately used clinical terms. “What the attending physician told you is accurate.”

The light of hope in Shawn’s eyes dimmed instantly. “Even you can’t save him?”

Lucas stood in the corner, his gaze sharp. He had noticed the brief stiffness in Sloane’s movements during her examination. He knew every subtle shift in her expression–she was

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hiding something.

“It’s not that there’s no way at all…” Sloane began, glancing over at Lucas.

Lucas blinked knowingly; an unspoken understanding passed between them.

“Dr. Rivers, do you have a solution?” Shawn stepped forward, his hope reignited.

“There is an ancient bloodline therapy,” Sloane said, her voice deliberately louder, “worth trying. It requires two close relatives to participate; don’t worry, it won’t harm either of you.”

As she spoke, Lucas stood nearby, appearing casual yet quietly observing every person’s reaction in the room.

“What exactly needs to be done?” Kaizen asked in a low voice.

“I’ll need a quiet environment,” Sloane replied, scanning the group. “Only Mr. Kaizen and Shawn should stay. Everyone else, please wait outside; the process can’t be interrupted.”

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