The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 64

Citrine agreed without a second thought.

"I'll let HR know, and just so you're aware, our company has an employee assistance program. If an employee or their family gets sick, or someone's expecting a baby, or there's any kind of family emergency, you can always apply for support from us."

"Thank you, Miss Carmichael." Carlotta's eyes filled with tears instantly, and before she could stop herself, they spilled over-like pearls slipping off a broken string.

All these years, no matter how hard things got, she'd never shed a single tear. But now, faced with such genuine kindness, Carlotta simply couldn't hold it in.

Citrine saw her crying and, for a moment, felt completely at a loss.

Awkwardly but sincerely, she reached out and dabbed at Carlotta's tears, trying to comfort her despite her lack of experience. "Don't worry, your brother's going to be okay. And if you need anything, just ask me. Really-anything at all."

"Thank you so much, Miss Carmichael." Carlotta could barely find the words.

"Please, call me Citrine. 'Miss Carmichael' makes me feel ancient," Citrine said with a wry smile, feeling like she'd aged ten years just hearing the title.

"Thank you, Citrine."

become one of the rare, genuinely happy days in her life. Even the bleak days

afternoon, Citrine headed home. Raymond still hadn't

the

the year. But even though the plot was

her gaze would drift toward the front door,

missing Mr. Carmichael?" Ismael had been quietly observing her, and now he smiled, clearly

both adorable and stubborn-just like

missing him," Citrine stammered, her

course, of course. You're definitely not missing

Citrine: "..."

back anymore. Gathering her courage, she finally asked, "Ismael, why hasn't

hated to admit it, she had to face the strange emptiness she'd

been good to her, a

since she'd left the old manor without

realization hit her

Weston was his father, and she'd embarrassed the

thought about it,