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?"

her name again and again. No

rising, Raymond slammed his shoulder into the door and burst inside-only to be met

water in the tub was stained crimson. Citrine lay motionless, her eyes closed, one hand draped limply over the edge as blood dripped steadily to

didn't hesitate for a second. He lifted her out of the tub, heart pounding

cold. The pain that

At the hospital, she was

He couldn't bear

image of the bullet wound he'd glimpsed-just a centimeter from her heart- tormented him. Self-loathing twisted inside: how could

himself hard, twice, putting all

went by. The operating room

hospital. The

at Raymond, his eyes cold and sharp under the harsh hospital lights. "How could you let this happen?" he spat. "She was fine until

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