The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 559

"Thank you, President Carmichael."

"President Carmichael, consider this a favor we owe you. If there's ever anything we can do for you in the future, just say the word."

"President Carmichael, you're a good person. We're truly sorry for letting you down."

"We really are sorry, President Carmichael."

Citrine was far too gracious; even those who had planned to walk away from Blood Rain couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and a certain fondness for her. Still, the terrifying prospect of Mirage Cay left them with no real choice.

Citrine understood, of course, and bore no grudge against them.

Now, only The Carmichael Group, C. Corp, The Watkins Group, and The Shaw Group remained in Blood Rain.

Lately, Citrine could hardly sleep through the night.

It was only a few days until New Year's.

But just then, an aggressive viral flu broke out in Crestwood. Highly contagious, it swept through the city in mere days, bringing Crestwood to its knees.

When everyone thought things couldn't possibly get worse, Havencrest and Blackhollow succumbed next. Soon after, cities across the country fell one by one -no place was spared by the epidemic.

capacity, but even so, resources were woefully insufficient. Many

struck with a vengeance, targeting the immune system.

underlying cause and had no effective medication.

hospitals

Day, Raymond's father, Weston Carmichael, and Raymond

after the housekeeper finished preparing breakfast, neither Weston nor Raymond made their way downstairs. That's when Citrine sensed something was

lay on his bed, face ghostly pale. An ominous feeling crept over Citrine as she

was burning up-scorching hot, as if

He

fresh towel in

the

WeLoveling?

and laid it

she checked

condition was even worse

Not only

but he'd

started to ramble incoherently.

Citrine's brow furrowed.

simply couldn't weather illness the way the young could. If this went on,

for help to have Raymond and Weston