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.

only after

the pain, but her

heart was lodged in his

fifteen minutes the

everything

of

the doors, looking like the very life had been drained

him, unable to bear the sight. He reached out, gently patting Raymond's

her, but you

turned to face him, his eyes searching, desperate. "She's going to be

mouth opening but

Medical Research Center had state-of-the-art technology and world- class surgeons, yet Nathanael couldn't offer any

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

she'd been hurt in the exact same

Nathanael remained silent, Raymond looked away, the hope draining

Nathanael wondered whether he

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