The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 68

"Do painkillers even help?" Raymond and Calvin asked her in unison.

The doctors had prescribed plenty of painkillers before, but none of them had ever worked.

They didn't know whether Citrine's medication would be any different, but neither wanted to give up on any chance, no matter how small.

"Of course they'll help," Citrine replied, sounding completely certain.

Worried that Raymond might start overthinking things, Citrine paused for a moment before adding, "I can't pinpoint the cause, but your body is perfectly healthy. The pain in your chest won't do any real harm, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Is there really no way to cure it for good?" Calvin pressed, still unwilling to give up.

Citrine hesitated, then her eyes lit up as if she'd just remembered something. "Actually, maybe there is."

"If you want to get to the root of it and fix this once and for all, I'd recommend hypnotherapy."

As she mentioned hypnotherapy, someone came to Citrine's mind.

"I know an excellent hypnotherapist-I can put you in touch."

pulled out her phone and sent

Cooper... Why does that name sound so familiar?" Calvin

scratched her head and gave a little laugh. "Probably just because

a few more times until it suddenly clicked. "Wait, isn't Yates

be the same person-after all, that

never really

else altogether. "Hey, how do you even know a hypnotherapist?" Calvin narrowed his eyes,

in everyday life too-hypnotherapists were the

hypnotherapists; they were also the best psychologists anyone could find. Within minutes of talking to them, they could read you like a book, peeling back every layer until you felt completely exposed. Honestly, it was a little

Citrine didn't respond.

so many questions?" Raymond noticed Citrine's reluctance and quickly shut

and look after Raymond, insisting that Calvin go home

for visitors, so it was easy for Citrine

in the bathroom, then lay down on

Raymond's voice broke the silence in

you ever study

him then how little he really knew about his own