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.

his entire attention was fixed

when to keep

could tell from their banter that these two must

thermos, Citrine stepped into the room and offered

back in

Calvin-my friend and private doctor. Just call

Citrine said, sensing no ill intent from

Calvin replied, giving her a

a character, Citrine thought, stealing a glance at Raymond-so

wondered how the two ever became

and Raymond was more than a little

did you get here?" he asked, sitting up

second before answering, "It was Ismael—he told me you were sick, so I came to check on

with perfect composure, not the least bit guilty about

simple, nourishing soup and some sides

didn't press her, whether or not he believed her

have something to eat," she said, setting up the hospital's overbed table and adjusting

particularly unwell

by how deftly

awkward

have," Citrine replied simply, not offering any