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."

looked at her, puzzled, but obediently placed his hand in hers. To his surprise, Citrine placed

check a pulse?"

little," she replied

another word, Citrine bent to her task, her gaze

an air of quiet professionalism. Still, neither of them really believed a

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

Citrine finally let

was grave, as if

What did you find?" he asked, trying to keep a

hardly expected Citrine to offer

her next words made both men freeze and turn toward her,

heart?" Citrine's clear voice echoed in

room.

eyes, their expressions suddenly much

they couldn't help

did you know that?" Raymond managed, trying

in your pulse,"

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