The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 16

Citrine's arrival in his life had been completely unexpected.

And for Raymond, that surprise came with a tangle of emotions he could scarcely unravel.

When Citrine first came to him, he hadn't believed her claims. Only after the DNA test confirmed she was indeed his biological daughter did he force himself to accept the truth-however much it unsettled him.

But now, as he watched her, Raymond finally realized just how much he owed this girl.

He had brought her into the world, yet failed utterly to protect her.

That afternoon, when school let out at five, Citrine was wandering the curb, scanning for the Carmichael family's car, when she suddenly spotted a familiar black Phantom idling nearby.

"Don't bother looking-there's no driver today," Raymond called, striding over with his long, purposeful steps as he climbed out of the car.

Citrine stared, wide-eyed, as he approached her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, the question lingering in her mind though she kept her face carefully neutral.

He had taken her out for dinner once before, but Citrine never really believed Raymond wanted to pick her up from school, not after how obviously reluctant he'd been to acknowledge her at first.

I happened to be free," Raymond replied, his expression stiff for a moment as he avoided

accepting his

broke the silence. "We're going to get your paperwork sorted

up his mind about this

sudden concern.

"Why?"

could still remember all too well how hard he had resisted accepting her when

forgotten that first, uncomfortable encounter, and for a brief second, he

realize you were really my daughter when we first

what he was getting

thinking of how she might have struggled in the Iverson family. "You don't have

Citrine shook her head.

There was no reason to change that

assumed she must still feel some attachment

office, Raymond handled all the paperwork with brisk efficiency. Everything went smoothly, and in

new details were added-her own

time, she wasn't just

She was Citrine Carmichael.

the Carmichael house- but instead, Raymond turned the