From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress Chapter 274: Medical Examination

Lucas' rage vanished instantly, replaced by clear panic.

"I-It wasn't a video. I was watching a sports match," he stammered clumsily.

"I see," Riley replied flatly, revealing no hint of her true thoughts.

Unable to keep dwelling on the awkward topic, Lucas quickly changed tactics, softening his tone. "Grandpa cares deeply about our relationship. If you keep leaving without a word like this... what will he think of us?"

"Is that so?" Riley said indifferently, hanging up the call without another word.

Lucas stared at his phone screen, veins bulging with rage, yet he could do nothing to retaliate.

Back at Sebastian's villa, Riley tossed her phone onto the bed with a sigh of irritation, rubbing her throbbing temples.

Moments later, her phone vibrated again—this time it was Caleb calling.

She smoothed her expression into calm composure before answering.

"Riley, why weren't you home last night? Lucas said you went back to Louvian Port for belongings. What could be so important that you had to go in the middle of the night?" Caleb's tone sounded concerned on the surface, yet held an obvious edge of interrogation.

Riley knew Caleb would call.

Her sudden departure wounded his pride and challenged his strict household rules.

She replied softly, feigning gentle remorse, "Grandpa, I suddenly remembered I'd left important work documents at my Louvian Port villa last night. I needed them first thing this morning, so I went to fetch them overnight."

"Forget it," Caleb sighed, his tone easing slightly. Then he said, "Don't head straight back to the Ashford Group today. Come with me to meet a few old friends."

Riley knew this outing was just a pretext for Caleb to subtly lecture her.

"Alright, Grandpa. I'll be ready in a moment," Riley agreed meekly.

By the time she arrived at Ashford Manor, Caleb was already waiting in the living room.

"Let's go." He offered no further explanation, simply standing up and walking out the door.

Silently, Riley followed him into the waiting Ashford family car.

She had assumed Caleb would take her to a golf course or an exclusive private club to meet these so-called friends. He would probably criticize me subtly in their presence, offering a lesson disguised as casual conversation.

However, the car drove past all those opulent venues, eventually pulling up before a traditional medicine clinic that clearly had seen better years.

A flicker of surprise crossed Riley's heart.

A clinic?

Why does Caleb bring me here?

Caleb stepped out first, walking into the clinic with steady, purposeful strides.

Suppressing her confusion, Riley followed him inside.

Caleb was evidently a regular. A middle-aged man in a white physician's coat emerged from behind a folding screen. Upon seeing Caleb, he immediately stepped forward with a respectful bow.

"Mr. Ashford, you've arrived," the doctor said with a polite smile.

"Mm, Barry," Caleb nodded, gesturing toward Riley. "Brought my granddaughter-in-law today for a check-up."

"Granddaughter-in-law?" Barry Allen shot Riley a surprised glance before quickly reverting to his professional demeanor. "Please, take a seat. Let me have a look."

Riley followed the gesture and sat down on the pristine examination chair.

Throughout the process, her expression remained calm, betraying not a hint of nervousness or anxiety.

Barry conducted a standard physical examination and inquiry with focused, rigorous precision.

Opposite him, Caleb sat with his eyes fixed intently on the doctor's face.

His agenda for bringing Riley here was crystal clear.

He needed to verify if Riley was truly incapable of conceiving.

The continuation of the Ashford family line had always been a heavy weight on his mind. In Havenbrook, the sanctity of bloodlines was paramount.

If Lucas' legal wife could bear children, there would be no need to place hope in alternatives.

A few minutes later, Barry withdrew his hand.

He opened his eyes and looked at Riley, his gaze complex.

After a moment, he turned to Caleb, his voice heavy with implication. "Mr. Ashford, based on the examination results, she suffered significant physical trauma in her early years. Her constitution is weak, and her hormonal balance is poor. The probability of natural conception is indeed very low.

"I advise you to be understanding and not dwell on it too much. After all, children are a matter of fate; they cannot be forced. Health is what matters most."

A sliver of hope had remained in Caleb's heart.

But now, even Barry, whose skill he trusted implicitly, had delivered this verdict. There seemed to be no turning back regarding Riley's infertility.

Disappointment steadily darkened Caleb's eyes.

As he looked at Riley's still-placid face, a surge of inexpressible irritation rose within him.

Riley was perfect in every other way, but there was that glaring exception—she could not conceive.

"I understand." He let out a deep, heavy sigh and stood up, pulling out his phone. "I need to step out and make a call."

With that, Caleb walked out of the examination room.

Riley didn't need to guess who he was calling or what he was saying. It was most likely Lucas, or perhaps other relatives from the Ashford family.

Left in the room were only Riley and Barry.