The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 303

Maybe it was the hell Hastings put her through the day before, but that night, Citrine came down with a fierce fever-a rare occurrence for her.

The next morning, as soon as the shrill whistle cut through the dorm, the three roommates scrambled out of bed.

"Citrine?"

Noticing Citrine didn't move, Ingrid called her name a few times.

Three calls, no answer. At last, the three realized something was wrong.

Lisa hurried over and pressed her hand to Citrine's forehead. Her face went pale. "She's burning up! How did she get such a high fever?"

"We have to get her to the hospital. Now."

Without hesitation, they bundled Citrine up and rushed her to the hospital. After a quick discussion, it was decided that Ingrid would stay behind to look after Citrine while the other two returned to the training grounds.

The moment he didn't spot Citrine among them, his brows drew

man convinced the world owed him a fortune. "Some people are always late. Incredibly poor behavior. When she finally

then, Jane and Lisa

He glanced behind them, saw no sign of her, and his expression turned icy. "Why

with sweat, spoke up immediately. "Sir, our roommate, Citrine Carmichael, came down

in agreement. "That's right, sir. We'd like to request leave for both of

"A fever? Did Citrine Carmichael put

Jane and Lisa answered in unison,

do anything to get out of training, won't she? Faking illness,

stiffened, caught

to explain, her voice tight. "It's not a lie, sir. Citrine is really sick. We wouldn't

more sharply than ever. Gathering her courage, she spoke up. "Sir, is it really

finding fault with her. Yesterday you had her training under the blazing sun all afternoon, without a single break. Then you made her get up on stage and sing so she'd embarrass herself in front

you hadn't been so heartless, she wouldn't have ended up with a fever of a hundred and four,

had