The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 610

With a sickening thud, the man in camouflage plummeted from the rooftop, rifle and all.

Raymond's eyes were wild, bloodshot with terror. He dropped to his knees, clutching his daughter to his chest, desperately pressing his hands to the wound over Citrine's heart, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.

"Call an ambulance! Now!" His voice broke, raw with panic.

But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he shouted again, "Call the Medical Research Center-tell them to send a team right away!"

The blood was spreading fast, soaking through Citrine's clothes, turning them crimson. Raymond's fear grew with every second. So much blood. How could there be so much blood?

Raymond, who had never known fear in his life, was finally tasting it for the first time. He couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if Citrine didn't make it.

Sherman, his face twisted with rage, stalked across the room and drove his boot into Talbot's chest.

"Was it you?" Sherman snarled. "Did you give the order?"

Talbot, already old and frail, crumpled under the blow, his bones seeming to rattle apart. He looked up into Sherman's murderous glare and, for the first time, felt genuine fear. Swallowing hard, Talbot stammered, "N-no... it wasn't me."

to Talbot's temple, voice icy. "Not you? The man in camouflage was your guy.

frantic. "It was because of his brother-your

the gun, jaw

until the

a stretcher and into the back

was the only

held Citrine's hand tight, the tears streaming down his face unchecked. A grown man, sobbing openly, but he couldn't stop.

onto her cheek, and the icy numbness in her eyes finally melted

Seemingly oblivious to the pain, Citrine summoned all her strength,

her voice so

was saying, and the sight of her like this tore at his heart. "Shh, sweetheart, don't talk," he pleaded. "Save your

chance. She

Raymond's heart broke even more. He bent down, bringing

she repeated, just a little

heard her. The shock turned his