Chapter 175

Raymond had always been a picture of boundless energy in Citrine's memory, so seeing him so worn out now took her by surprise. She frowned, unable to hide her worry. "What happened to you? You look terrible."

To get back as soon as possible, Raymond had worked almost nonstop, day and night, barely resting. On top of that, he kept having restless dreams about Citrine's childhood, gnawing away at him with guilt and regret. The stress had even sent him to the emergency room recently, leaving him in rough shape.

Not wanting Citrine to worry, Raymond forced a reassuring smile. "Just had a rough night, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

Citrine shot him a pointed look and scoffed, "How many times do I have to tell you? You need to take care of yourself."

Her tone was prickly as ever, but even she didn't realize just how much concern was hidden in her words.

Raymond, however, caught it instantly. For a moment, he was taken aback-then a wave of joy washed over him, banishing a good bit of the exhaustion that had weighed him down for over a month.

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Sounds to me like my daughter's finally starting to worry about her old man. That makes me happy."

"I am not worried about you!" Citrine's eyes went wide, bristling like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.

laugh. "Alright, alright, I must've

on, let's go home," he said, reaching for her bag. Today,

step, a booming voice

down

been up late and overheard their conversation, Raymond probably would've spirited

glared at Raymond. "Raymond, you can go home

only sigh. "Dad, she's my daughter.

used to be this stubborn. Lately, though, he seemed to be

worse.

play chess with me? Who'll go fishing with me?" Weston dug

a headache coming on. "Dad, please don't be so

Citrine. "What about you? Do you want to stay here at the old house, or come home with me?" To him,

she preferred the old house, he'd just move back in himself if he had

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