The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 611

She was probably going to die, yet in that moment, Citrine felt strangely happy. Holding Raymond's hand, she managed a smile.

"Dad, if I die, don't be sad."

"And please tell Mom that I never blamed her. Not even once."

Raymond's heart twisted painfully. "Don't say things like that, sweetheart. You're not going to die. You have to keep fighting."

"And as for Hilda-" his voice softened, "I think she'd be happier if you told her those things yourself."

But Citrine barely had any strength left. As Raymond finished speaking, she slipped away from consciousness entirely.

"Citrine?" Raymond froze, panic icing through his veins.

“What's happening? What's wrong with her?" He spun around and barked at the paramedics in the back of the ambulance, his voice so cold and low it sent chills

through everyone.

vitals. It was only after confirming she was still breathing that they breathed a sigh

from the pain, but

worry? Raymond's heart was lodged in his throat, barely able to

like forever-though it was only fifteen minutes the ambulance finally reached the research

already arranged everything for the

was no time to lose; a team of doctors immediately whisked

outside the doors, looking like the very

He reached out,

but you

searching, desperate. "She's going to be alright, isn't

hesitated, his mouth opening but

state-of-the-art technology and world- class surgeons, yet Nathanael

the longest. He remembered the old wound in her chest- the year they'd barely managed to snatch her

she'd been hurt in the exact same spot, and that

Nathanael remained silent, Raymond looked away, the hope draining from

Nathanael wondered whether he