The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 66

Could it be that Raymond's already been discharged from the hospital?

Lying in bed, Raymond immediately looked toward the door as soon as he heard the voices.

When he spotted Citrine, he instinctively grabbed the nearest pillow and lobbed it at Calvin.

"You old fool, what the hell are you saying? Get out!" Raymond's eyes darkened as he recalled what Calvin had just been saying to Citrine a moment before.

Calvin caught the flying pillow and glanced back and forth between the two of them, suddenly piecing it all together.

"So this is your daughter!"

Calvin, who rarely knew the meaning of embarrassment, now wished the ground would swallow him up as he remembered the nonsense he'd been spouting just moments ago.

"Come on in," he said, scratching his head awkwardly, his voice tinged with

unease.

After speaking, he shot a cautious look at Raymond.

Raymond ignored him completely, apparently worried that Calvin might be a bad influence on his daughter.

now, his entire attention was

him he never knows when to keep his mouth shut," Raymond

Citrine could tell from their banter that these

the room and

back in

doctor. Just

Citrine said, sensing no

replied, giving

stealing a glance at

friend-and wondered how the

Raymond

did you get here?" he asked, sitting up in bed,

answering, "It was Ismael—he told me

composure, not the least

she spoke, she calmly unpacked the simple, nourishing soup and some sides

believed her excuse. Citrine let out a quiet sigh

up the hospital's overbed table and adjusting it to a

didn't feel particularly unwell at

how deftly Citrine handled

before?" Raymond asked, feeling awkward about letting her

replied simply,