Chapter: 1453

She didn't have lofty ambitions; simply managing the company effectively was her goal.

Susanna, leaning her chin on her hand, gave a whimsical look. “What do I want to do? Honestly, I don't want to work. I just want to enjoy life."

Norah chuckled. "You can certainly choose to do that. I'm just encouraging you to think ahead. Ultimately, your future is in your hands."

She had a clear vision for her future and was curious if their paths might align.

It appeared that Joanna might become one of her business partners in the future.

Susanna then said, "I've mentioned wanting to travel the world once I recover. I haven't started yet because my parents insist on accompanying me if I travel far."

This is a common concern for every family with a daughter, worrying that she might face difficulties while traveling alone.

"I just got over my illness, and then you returned, so I haven't made any plans yet. I told my brother that Phillip would accompany me, and we're thinking of starting with a trip around Glophia,"

Susanna explained.

Norah's voice was cheerful. “That's wonderful! It's good to get out and have some fun. Just make sure to stay with Phillip and listen to his advice."

“Okay. I'm always well-behaved!" Susanna replied.

Laughter filled the car, their voices carrying far and wide.

Norah led them to a charming spot in Glophia. After walking through winding alleys, a small, weathered clinic came into view.

The iron gate was rusted, and the walls were a faded yellow. A sign prominently displayed "Carrington's Clinic."

The clinic was small, consisting of just three rooms open for business, yet it was crowded with patients.

Joanna was confused. "Norah, even for a simple check-up, why bring us to such a shabby, tiny clinic? It seems odd."

How could this modest clinic compare to a large hospital? It clearly lacked the proper equipment for a thorough check-up.

“Just follow me," Norah announced.

She walked ahead, entering the clinic first. Had it not been for their trust in her, Joanna and Susanna might have suspected Norah was leading them into danger.

The clinic was on the edge of Glophia, in a slum area of the bustling city, where people from various backgrounds lived in poverty.

Inside, there was only one doctor, an elderly man in his sixties with white hair and a lengthy goatee, radiating a calm and dignified presence.

He maintained a straight posture while consulting patients, speaking in a deliberate manner.

Upon noticing the young women from wealthy families, his expression stayed neutral, but his eyes brightened when he saw the woman in the lead.

After thoroughly examining the patient, he prescribed some medicine.