The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 613

He had no idea Manley and Citrine had known each other for so long.

Raymond pressed his lips together, his face tight with pain.

How could he blame Manley for anything? As Citrine's own father, he'd failed to find his daughter when she needed him most, absent from every important moment of her life. He should have been the one to protect her, but when the crisis came, it was his daughter who ended up protecting him. He felt like a complete failure.

Raymond's face was ashen as he slumped in the hospital waiting room, his brow furrowed in agony. Pain contorted his features, sweat beading on his forehead. But even as the discomfort became unbearable, not a sound escaped him.

Manley waited, expecting Raymond to lash out at him, but the reprimand never

came.

When Manley glanced over again, he saw just how frail Raymond looked. "What's wrong with you?" Manley frowned.

Raymond barely managed to lift his eyelids, forcing out a low, "It's nothing."

But before he could finish, a violent cough wracked his body. Suddenly, blood burst from his mouth, splattering across the gleaming, polished floor.

His strength gave out completely.

as he lunged forward

rest of the Carmichaels scrambled to call

a hurried examination, the doctor finally let out a relieved sigh, his tense

"Mr. Carmichael's collapsed from acute distress and emotional shock. He'll come around after

that, Raymond was moved to

saw Citrine living with the Iversons, the next he saw her

wake up in a cold sweat, just as he always did with these nightmares. But this time, no matter how hard he tried, he

and Sawyer Iverson

He tried

could focus, an

there, force yanked

into

up-and froze at the sight of the

lay there, an oxygen tube fitted to her nose, an

happened? Why was

he

he didn't pay any attention to Sawyer or Theo. Instead, his eyes went straight