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."

was actually her therapist. That's how I found out she's been struggling with severe depression for years. There was

Raymond spoke, his voice trembled, and pain flickered in his

that suffer from

clouding his features. "That poor kid...

even a sliver of hope left, she never would have tried to

caught the grief in his father's expression and almost doubted his own

when Manley Carmichael lost the use of his legs, Weston hadn't shown a shred of sadness.

he thought back on why his father had called him

since when did you and Citrine

"I'm her grandpa,

and Citrine had been spending every day together, their relationship

shifted. Suddenly, he felt an

a sneer. "Well, I'm her dad. No matter how

"Just yesterday, Citrine took me out for

taken you, her own father, out for