Chapter 436

In that moment, Hilda's emotions were a tangled mess-she was proud of her

daughter's brilliance, but at the same time, a gnawing fear crept in: what if Citrine no longer needed her at all?

"Citrine." Hilda hesitated for a second, but in the end, she called out to her daughter.

Both Citrine and Raymond stopped at the sound of her voice.

Raymond recognized Hilda immediately-she was the woman who had spoken up for Citrine at the party. He nodded to her politely. "Thank you for standing up for my daughter earlier."

"It was nothing," Hilda replied offhandedly, though her eyes remained fixed on Citrine with an intensity she couldn't hide.

Citrine only looked back at her, silent.

A pang of discomfort twisted in Hilda's chest. She pressed her lips together, struggling to find the right words. There was so much she wanted to say, yet nothing came out but a quiet confession of regret: "Citrine, I'm sorry." Her voice trembled. If only she'd protected her better-if only Citrine hadn't been lost to her for all those years.

the weariness etched across her face.

because

Hilda really care that

Something inside Citrine wavered.

to let herself go soft, but her tone softened anyway. "You don't need to apologize. Like I said, please don't come looking for me

herself to

on Hilda: a formidable businesswoman, the head of the Saunders family, a woman who

felt a sudden surge of irritation. Hilda wasn't supposed to be like

her again and tried to explain, "I just

Citrine realized how awkward it sounded. She hesitated, then corrected herself,

Hilda's eyes vanished,

the relief and happiness in Hilda's face, Citrine found herself unable to

Hilda was her mother. There was a warmth when she looked at her, a sense of familiarity that made it impossible to be

didn't particularly like that feeling, but

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