The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 572

Citrine and the woman followed behind in silence.

Once upstairs, Citrine returned to her suite to change into surgical scrubs. Dr. Austin and Dr. Smith were already prepared, and together, they headed into the operating room.

Several hours passed before Citrine and the team of doctors and nurses finally emerged.

Outside, the woman's eyes were swollen and red-she'd clearly been crying for a long time. The moment Citrine appeared, she jumped to her feet. "How did it go? Was the surgery a success?"

Her voice was tight with worry as she searched Citrine's face for reassurance.

"It went well. You can relax now," Citrine replied with a gentle smile.

The relief hit the woman all at once. She sank onto the bench and broke down in tears, the weight of days filled with fear and anguish pouring out of her. She couldn't hold back anymore.

Citrine wasn't sure how to comfort her, so she simply rested a hand on the woman's shoulder.

in there. As long as you're alive,

one who'd helped her at rock bottom, but in that moment, the woman finally felt the urge to

but since I

they started blaming me for not making any money. Every day, I had to put up with their criticism and constant pressure. I thought things couldn't get any worse. But then, just as I was nearing my due date, my husband cheated on me—and even had a child with the other woman. While I was distracted, he transferred all our assets to his parents' name. After I gave birth, he served me divorce papers. It wasn't until I signed them that I realized

streamed down her cheeks

know what to say. She handed the woman

on the floor with a thud. "Thank you. You

check on your child first,"

this happened every day. Citrine couldn't help everyone. She'd only stepped in this

Citrine thought long and

tomorrow, set up a charity window at the Medical Center. For flu patients, from struggling families, or anyone facing real hardship, once their situation is confirmed, surgery fees are to be

to the elderly and children. Their immune systems

that, Citrine turned

realize was that not every hospital partnered with the Medical Research Center shared the same compassion.