**Chapter 330**
From the moment Penelope had begun her relentless pursuit of Hutton Corp., boldly asserting that she possessed the ability to heal Florence’s legs, James had taken immediate action. He ordered a thorough background check on her, driven by a mixture of skepticism and protectiveness. What he uncovered was far from impressive; there was no evidence of any successful treatments or healings attributed to her. Instead, a troubling array of dubious dealings and questionable associations painted a picture of a woman more interested in self-promotion than genuine medical practice.
In stark contrast stood Sydney, who had been quietly acknowledged by Raymond as Alan’s chosen protégé. With a solid fifteen years of rigorous medical training under her belt, she had never once felt the need to boast about her qualifications. For years, she had diligently worked at Lumosa Clinic, gradually building an impeccable reputation among her patients, who spoke of her with nothing but admiration and respect.
So, what on earth had ignited Penelope’s audacity to draw comparisons between herself and Sydney?
As James observed Penelope’s unwavering confidence, he decided it was time to confront her with the harsh truth. “My mother has been disabled for over a decade,” he stated firmly, his voice steady. “She has been confined to a wheelchair all these years. Do you truly believe you can treat that?”
The question hung in the air, and Penelope’s expression faltered, a look of disbelief washing over her features. “What?” she stammered, her eyes darting to Sydney, searching for validation. “Since when can you cure disabilities? Are you really willing to lie just to ingratiate yourself with the Huttons?”
Sydney, maintaining her composure, offered a faint smile, her tone light yet laced with an edge. “I’ve always been able to treat such conditions. Rather than plotting against others, perhaps you should focus on honing your medical skills.”
With that, she and James stepped into the elevator, leaving Penelope standing there, frustration boiling within her as security blocked her path.
Once outside Hutton Corp., Penelope’s demeanor shifted dramatically. The weight of her thoughts darkened her expression as she made a beeline back to her own office. Summoning Ryan urgently, she wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter.
“Tell me, what are the chances of curing someone whose legs have been disabled for over a decade?” she demanded, her voice tinged with desperation.
The more she pondered the situation, the more ludicrous it appeared. If such miraculous recoveries were indeed possible, Sydney’s name would undoubtedly rival Alan’s on a national scale. She wouldn’t need to toil over drug development; simply treating affluent families would have made her a fortune.
Ryan’s brow furrowed at her question. “How much chance?” he echoed, clearly caught off guard.

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