The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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.

then returned to her table and finally

first real moment

and over a

of trending news made her heart sink; she could already

her grandfather to check in, then worked her way through the flood of

had begun to arrive. Citrine snapped a quick photo of her meal and

a noisy group burst in

glanced over with mild interest before turning her attention back to

settled before one of them called out, loud and

was so assertive it sounded less like a dinner party

it had nothing to do with her, so Citrine ignored them and

over, trying to look composed. "What can I

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

manager stared, wide-eyed, at the money,

added a few

"Will that do?"