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

from the pain, but her breathing is steady. Please

could he not worry? Raymond's heart was lodged in

was only fifteen minutes the ambulance finally reached

already arranged everything

lose; a team of doctors immediately whisked Citrine

pale as a ghost outside the doors, looking like the

the sight. He reached out, gently patting

worried about her, but you have to look after

face him, his eyes searching,

opening but

and world- class surgeons,

the longest. He remembered the old wound in her chest-

the exact same spot, and that unsettled him

remained silent, Raymond looked away,

Nathanael wondered whether he

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