The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 616

As the conversation went on, the nurse's anger boiled over until she was muttering curses under her breath.

"Unbelievable. One's her father, the other her boyfriend, and I honestly can't figure out what their hearts are made of. Their own daughter and girlfriend just lost a kidney—she barely made it out alive-and neither of them bothered to visit, let alone send someone to look after her. Instead, they spent all their time fussing over that other woman—the one who's perfectly fine, bouncing around, could've left the hospital days ago. Are they blind or just heartless?"

"Bastards, both of them. I've never seen a father or boyfriend act like this. People like that don't deserve to live."

The nurse's words spilled out in rapid-fire bursts, like a machine gun-she just couldn't stop herself.

A few days later, Theo and Sawyer showed up to take Jeanette home. It was as if Citrine no longer existed to them; they left her completely on her own in that hospital room.

Once she felt strong enough, Citrine handled her own discharge paperwork and left the hospital by herself.

Raymond's consciousness had been following Citrine the whole time.

After leaving, Citrine returned to her apartment. The place was shrouded in darkness, everything decorated in somber shades. Thick curtains blocked out every trace of sunlight, making the rooms feel stifling and oppressive. Raymond felt it as soon as he entered-he couldn't see a thing.

But Citrine moved through the gloom as if she'd lived in it forever, making her way straight to the balcony without hesitation.

Raymond followed.

in the darkness, facing the night, her silhouette narrow and fragile. The ember at her fingertips glowed and faded,

air settled over Raymond like a weight. Just watching her, he could feel the

was she thinking, standing there in

her company for as long as she stood on that balcony, sharing her silent vigil

and dialed a number—no name, just a string of digits. Raymond had no

"Schedule the experiment

agitated, their voice

Citrine didn't give them the

up and slept deeply-a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep that lasted an entire

morning, Raymond followed her

Citrine had work to do in the lab. But when he entered and

with his face. No—that

was going on? Why was

barely had time to process it before he heard Citrine's voice, tense with argument. He pushed aside his confusion and hurried to her