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

he never knows when to keep

tell from their banter

a thermos, Citrine stepped into the room

back in

is Calvin-my friend and private doctor. Just call

said, sensing no ill intent from

all mine," Calvin replied, giving her a playful

a character, Citrine thought, stealing a

his friend-and wondered how

Raymond was more

here?" he asked,

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

composure, not the least bit guilty

nourishing soup and

press her, whether or not he believed her excuse. Citrine let

said, setting up the hospital's overbed table and adjusting it

didn't feel particularly unwell at the moment, he

how deftly Citrine

asked, feeling awkward about letting her fuss

Citrine replied simply, not offering