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."

her phone and sent Raymond the

Why does that name sound

little laugh.

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

couldn't be the same person-after all,

really crossed his

else altogether. "Hey, how do you even know

really, in everyday life too-hypnotherapists were the last people anyone wanted to get

to them, they could read you like a book, peeling back every layer until you

Citrine didn't respond.

questions?"

Citrine decided to stay and look after Raymond, insisting that

had a second bed for visitors, so it was easy for Citrine to

up in the bathroom,

voice broke

ever study

how little he really