The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

An hour later, the doctor finally emerged.

He removed his mask and gave Raymond a reassuring nod. "The old gentleman's leg was treated professionally before he arrived, and thanks to the prompt care, he's out of danger now."

At those words, some of the tension in Raymond's furrowed brow eased.

Remembering his daughter's long, exhausting day, his tone softened a little.

"Citrine, why don't you head home and get some rest? I'll stay here and look after things."

"All right." Citrine nodded.

Her stomach was already rumbling, and she'd been craving a decent meal. Besides, her grandfather had never been particularly fond of her, and she was in no mood to linger where she wasn't wanted.

After leaving the hospital, Citrine made her way to a favorite bistro she frequented.

It was already past seven, and the place was packed, every table bustling with laughter and clinking glasses. Luckily, Citrine was dining solo and didn't have to wait-she slipped right into a newly vacated seat.

order, then returned to her

moment she'd had to

and over a hundred unread

made her heart sink; she could already guess what it

check in, then worked

the time she finished replying, the food had begun to arrive. Citrine snapped a quick

a noisy group burst in and

glanced over with mild interest before turning her

had barely settled before one of them called out, loud

less like a dinner party and more like someone spoiling

do with her, so Citrine ignored them and slipped on her

manager hustled over, trying to look composed. "What can I get

and spread them across the table, flashing a sly grin. "We want Sebastian to personally wait on us

manager stared, wide-eyed, at the money,

Aldridge sneered, then added a few more stacks to

"Will that do?"

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