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."

hand in hers. To his surprise, Citrine placed her fingers on his wrist, feeling

to check a pulse?" Raymond's eyebrows

little," she

to her task, her gaze

an air of quiet professionalism. Still, neither of them

had plagued him for over a decade. They'd seen every specialist there was-locally and abroad-yet

minutes passed, and Citrine finally let go

grave, as

What did you find?" he asked,

Citrine to

men freeze and

Citrine's clear voice

room.

locked eyes, their expressions suddenly

they couldn't help but

know that?" Raymond

in your pulse," Citrine

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