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.

dark circles under Hilda's eyes, the weariness etched across her face. It looked like she hadn't

it because

really care

Something inside Citrine wavered.

herself go soft, but her tone softened anyway. "You don't need to

moment, disappointment flickered in her eyes, but she forced herself to

formidable businesswoman, the head of the Saunders family, a woman who

seeing her humbled and hesitant, Citrine felt a sudden surge of irritation. Hilda wasn't supposed to be like this—she should be radiant, commanding, untouchable. She shouldn't have

her again and tried to explain, "I

hesitated, then corrected herself, "Actually, it's fine. If you want

in Hilda's eyes vanished, replaced by

relief and happiness in Hilda's face, Citrine found herself unable to refuse. She nodded, almost

because Hilda was her mother. There was

particularly like that feeling, but

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255