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.

out onto the garden

was sure that Citrine was safe, Sawyer's frantic energy faded, replaced by a

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

out the words, 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, none

threw punch after punch, not holding back in

land, blood trickling from the

sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know what

he had, he would never have let Dick near

had begged him,

of being difficult. "Why can't you be

she must have

fruit knife and hurt Dick-he'd thought she was dangerous, cruel, even told her to stay away from Jeanette, afraid she'd

it worse. Because of him and

in the middle of the

kind of pain had she gone through? Sawyer couldn't

thought alone made him want to tear himself

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

his eyes empty as he met Raymond's gaze. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Go ahead.