The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 226

"I'll keep her safe," Raymond said quietly, pressing his lips together. He

understood exactly what Weston was getting at. As Citrine's father, he would do everything in his power to protect her.

Weston glanced at his son, then suddenly asked, "Do you know where Citrine got all that Vitaflux from?"

Raymond shook his head, his gaze shadowed. "I have no idea. I only found out about it today."

He paused, struggling for words. "Citrine... she's always been so much sharper than most kids, and so stubborn about doing things her own way. Half the time, I have no idea what she's thinking. Sometimes, it feels like she doesn't even want me to understand her."

"She rarely tells me anything. I mean, I didn't even know she'd been sick for ages I only heard about it from someone else." Raymond's voice grew thick with frustration and defeat.

"Citrine's sick?" Weston stared at him in surprise.

Just yesterday, she'd dragged him out to that noisy arcade, laughing and joking like any other teenager. How could she suddenly be ill?

Raymond read the confusion on his father's face and shook his head with a sigh. "Not physically. It's... psychological."

doctor Citrine introduced me to was actually her therapist. That's how I found out she's been struggling with severe depression for years. There was even a time when

Raymond spoke, his voice trembled,

hint of respect-how could someone like that suffer from depression? The thought of her once losing all will to live, when she'd always seemed so vibrant, left

clouding his features. "That poor kid...

left, she never would

in his father's expression and almost

his legs, Weston hadn't shown a shred of sadness. And now, here

back on why his father had called him over today, a

looked at Weston, astonished. "Dad, since when

up with pride. "I'm her

trip, Weston and Citrine had been spending every day together, their relationship growing by leaps and bounds.

Suddenly, he

his father with a sneer. "Well, I'm her dad. No matter how close you two get, you can't compare to the

smirked. "Just yesterday, Citrine took

you, her own