The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 233

Several hours later, the doors to the emergency room finally swung open.

"Doctor, how's my daughter?" Raymond rushed forward, grabbing the doctor by the collar, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Calm down, calm down," the male doctor said quickly, startled by Raymond's sudden outburst. “You got her here just in time, and the way you bandaged her wrist beforehand really helped. She's out of danger now, but she'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days under observation."

"Thank God," Raymond breathed out, finally letting go of the doctor. The Carmichaels, who had been holding their collective breath, finally relaxed.

When everyone went in to see Citrine in her room, Raymond hung back and sought out the doctor alone.

"How long has my daughter had that wound near her heart?" Raymond asked, his voice grave as he locked eyes with the physician.

The doctor hesitated for a split second, recalling the partially infected scar by the girl's heart. "You mean the gunshot wound about an inch from her heart? Judging by the scar tissue, it's at least three or four years old. It was infected, but we've

cleaned it up."

incredibly lucky-the bullet almost went straight through

but he said nothing

wake and not see him, he hurried back to her

room.

bed, her face ghostly pale, her body frail and thin-she

so badly it hurt to breathe. He swore silently that once she was out of the hospital, he'd make sure to nurse her back to full health, no matter

heal the wounds on her body, but no one could mend the pain inside her heart. The

out his phone and called Yates Cooper, determined to let him know

later, Yates stormed into the

say a word—he just marched up to Raymond and punched

voice hoarse with anger. "Raymond, what the hell did your family do to her? Didn't I tell you if the Carmichaels ever hurt her, I'd never forgive

defend himself. He took the punch without

speak, voice low and heavy. "I'm sorry. I didn't take