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.

entire attention

mind him he never knows when to keep

so, Citrine could tell from their banter that these two

the room and

back in

friend and private doctor. Just call him Calvin,"

meet you, Calvin," Citrine said, sensing no

all mine," Calvin replied,

thought, stealing a glance at Raymond-so

wondered how the two

already fallen, and Raymond

asked, sitting up in bed, his tone

second before answering, "It was Ismael—he told me

with perfect composure, not the least

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

whether or not he believed her

setting up the hospital's overbed table and adjusting it to a comfortable height for

didn't feel particularly unwell at

how deftly Citrine handled

you looked after patients before?" Raymond asked, feeling awkward about

have," Citrine replied simply,