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 with a

lay motionless, her eyes closed, one hand draped limply

a second. He lifted her out of the tub, heart

cold. The pain that stabbed through Raymond was

the hospital, she was rushed straight into emergency

He couldn't bear to think what he would do if Citrine didn't

inside: how could he call himself a father

twice, putting all

hour went by. The operating room

Carmichael had all arrived at the hospital. The

sharp under the harsh hospital lights. "How could you let this happen?" he spat. "She was fine until you got your hands on her. If you can't be a proper

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