The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 546

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Before the housekeeper could even greet the visitor, Sawyer barged inside, brushing past her.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, startled by his sudden entrance.

Sawyer didn't even spare her a glance. He strode straight toward Raymond, who was sitting on the sofa.

He looked as if he hadn't slept in days-his face unshaven, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.

Even Raymond needed a moment to recognize him. His brows drew together in surprise. "Sawyer?"

Sawyer seemed half-mad. He seized Raymond by the collar, desperation written all over his face. "Where's Citrine? Where is she?"

Raymond's eyes turned cold in an instant. He slapped Sawyer's hand away with a sharp motion and replied icily, "You don't deserve to say her name."

Just hearing Sawyer utter his daughter's name made Raymond's blood boil. He lowered his voice, barely containing his anger. "If you've got something to say, we'll talk outside. Don't disturb my daughter."

Sawyer seemed to realize something then. He forced himself to calm down.

"Outside," Raymond repeated, his voice low and firm.

the garden patio, the air

sure that Citrine was safe, Sawyer's frantic energy faded, replaced by a brittle exhaustion. He looked at Raymond and asked

didn't answer. His jaw clenched; then, without warning, he swung and landed a hard punch across

venomous, "You have the nerve to ask about Citrine? If it weren't for you and that viper Aline insisting Dick become Citrine's piano teacher,

threw punch after punch, not holding back in the

let the blows land,

the blood, pain etched into his features. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know what kind of

Dick near his

Citrine had begged him, again and again, to quit piano

being difficult. "Why can't

helpless she must have

once lashed out with a fruit knife and hurt Dick-he'd thought she was dangerous, cruel, even

made it worse. Because

the

she gone through? Sawyer

thought alone made him want

kept hitting him, blow after blow, until Sawyer's face and shit were smeared with blood. Still, Sawyer didn't lift a hand to

looked utterly defeated, his eyes empty as he met Raymond's gaze. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Go ahead. Kill me. I deserve