The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 230

Chapter 232

Ever since returning from Elbert's birthday celebration, she'd been in this state for days.

At first, Raymond simply assumed she was in a bad mood, and planned to check in when the moment felt right.

That evening, after work, he came home intending to talk to his daughter, only for the housekeeper to inform him she was in the bath.

Raymond didn't think much of it and settled downstairs to wait.

But two hours passed, and Citrine still hadn't come out. A creeping sense of unease finally took hold.

Surely nothing could have happened in all that time.

Raymond's nerves were frayed. His expression darkened as he rushed upstairs. He knocked on the bathroom door, his voice taut with anxiety. "Citrine? Are you alright in there?"

called her name again and again. No

Raymond slammed his shoulder into the door and burst

crimson. Citrine lay motionless, her eyes closed, one hand draped limply over the edge as blood

second. He lifted her out

pain that

the hospital,

chilled to the bone. He couldn't

of the bullet wound he'd glimpsed-just a centimeter from her heart- tormented him. Self-loathing twisted inside: how could he call himself a father when he hadn't even known his daughter

putting all his strength

hour went by. The operating room door

all arrived at the hospital. The moment they heard Citrine was

cold and sharp under the harsh hospital lights. "How could you let this happen?" he spat. "She was fine until you got your hands

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