The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 67

After Raymond finished his meal, Citrine moved to clear the table, but he quickly stopped her.

"Take it easy," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "Kids should act their age." The last thing Raymond wanted was to see her worn out.

With that, he shot Calvin a meaningful look, and Calvin immediately caught on. He stepped over and tidied up the table without complaint.

"Over here, too. And don't forget that spot-wipe it down," Raymond called out from his place on the bed, directing Calvin with a nod and a glance.

"Understood, Mr. Carmichael," Calvin replied, dutifully following orders.

Despite his compliance, Calvin couldn't resist tossing a few playful jabs back at Raymond as he cleaned, and soon the two were bickering good-naturedly.

Watching them banter, Citrine couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't until they finished that she remembered Raymond's illness. Her expression turned a little more serious.

She pulled a chair closer and reached out her hand toward him. "Let me see your hand for a second."

placed his hand in hers. To his

know how to check a pulse?" Raymond's eyebrows shot

she

her

of quiet professionalism. Still, neither of them really believed a high schooler could diagnose

They'd seen every specialist there was-locally and abroad-yet no one had found

minutes passed, and Citrine finally let go

grave, as if she'd

couldn't help but chuckle at her seriousness. "So? What did you find?" he asked,

hardly expected Citrine to offer any

made both men

pain in your heart?" Citrine's clear voice

room.

eyes, their expressions

state his symptoms so precisely, they couldn't help but

you know that?" Raymond managed,

showed in your pulse,"