The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 400

Even among blood relatives, brothers and sisters who seem close one moment can turn against each other the next-willing to betray or even destroy family for money or personal gain. In their world, stories like this happened all the time. Raymond had seen it too often to be shocked anymore.

That was why the Carmichael Group had to belong to Citrine. Even if she didn't want it, he would fight to put it in her hands.

"They don't know about this yet, do they?" Citrine asked quietly after a pause.

What worried her most was the thought of Raymond facing criticism because of her.

Raymond nodded. "I'll tell them soon. I never meant to keep it a secret. It's just that the past six months, I've been caught up growing the company and didn't have time to explain everything to the family."

Sensing her concern, Raymond spoke with extra care. "You don't need to worry. I promise you, the Carmichael Group will be yours."

"Raymond, you're so good to me." Citrine's eyes softened, a genuine smile flickering there.

Back when she lived with the Iversons, Citrine had never been interested in the company-she kept to herself, never fighting or competing. Yet Sawyer always guarded against her, worried she might threaten Jeanette's share of things.

But now, it was Raymond who fiercely protected Citrine's interests, even transferring every share of the company into her name without a second thought. This kind of favoritism shook her to the core.

reminded her of an old saying: a parent's love is measured by how far they plan for their child's

for today's conversation, she might never have known Raymond had given her every share of the

a little dazed, Raymond couldn't help

my daughter. Of course I should

daughter."

you can try giving your old man a

to admit-learning that Raymond had transferred everything to her filled her

Jeanette had never enjoyed such obvious,

couldn't help but

She smiled. "I'll try."

room at Crestwood was arranged exactly like the one she'd had at Havencrest. The

every little trinket was sitting in the same spot as before, perfectly recreated. Whoever had set up her room had clearly poured their heart into

returned to school. As soon as she left, Raymond headed out as

office, he drove straight to

spent all night thinking over what Citrine had

child. At first, he'd assumed it was