The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 88

He clung even tighter to Citrine's sleeve, refusing to let go no matter what.

"The car's billowing black smoke-if you go back, it could explode any second. It's too dangerous!"

"If I don't, he'll die." Citrine pried the old man's hand off her arm, her jaw set, and turned back toward the wreck.

The driver inside the car was in even worse shape than the old man. From the looks of it, he was barely clinging to life.

Citrine didn't waste a second. She tore strips from her shirt and used them to bandage the driver's wounds, staunching the bleeding as best she could.

Only once she'd done everything she could did she start to drag him out.

Just then, the shrill wail of an ambulance cut through the chaos. Paramedics rushed over, quickly taking Citrine's place and carefully pulling the driver to safety.

Without hesitating, Citrine climbed into the ambulance and rode with them to the hospital.

Raymond saw the breaking news at work, and his heart nearly stopped. Grabbing his car keys, he tore out of the office and sped to the hospital, cutting what should have been a thirty-minute drive down to ten.

prayed silently: Please, let Citrine

not breathing easy until he

Citrine had just stood up to go buy something to eat when she suddenly found herself staring into a pair of

red, like a cornered animal's; for a second,

instinct, she took several steps

rushed forward and wrapped her tightly in

have

shaken he really was. She let him hold her, waiting until his breathing steadied before gently patting his back,

was in flames. I thought you might have gotten hurt trying to help." Raymond finally let go,

feeling a little awkward.

stared at

worried about Weston, Citrine added, "Don't worry, he's alright." Raymond's gaze lingered on her

even like Weston. Why did you risk

for Weston. The thought of what might have happened

father trapped in that car, Raymond's first thought-if

a while to