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."

quickly pulled out her phone and sent Raymond the contact

Why does that name sound so

gave a little laugh. "Probably just because it's a

name to himself a few more times until it suddenly clicked. "Wait, isn't Yates the most famous hypnotherapist in

his head. Surely it couldn't be the same person-after

really crossed

"Hey, how do you even know

too-hypnotherapists were the last

could find. Within minutes of talking to them, they could read you like a book, peeling back every layer until you felt completely

Citrine didn't respond.

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

after Raymond, insisting that Calvin go home and get some

second bed for visitors, so it was easy for Citrine to spend the

quickly freshened up in the bathroom, then lay down on the

little while later, Raymond's voice broke the silence in the dimly lit

you ever

how little he really knew about his