The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 619

Two months later, Raymond's wound had healed enough for him to be discharged from the hospital.

During his stay, he'd asked Nathanael more than once about the identity of the person who had donated the heart, but Nathanael kept his lips sealed. Not once did he mention Citrine.

After seeing Raymond off, Nathanael felt so stifled he couldn't hold it in anymore. He went straight to find Citrine.

"Chairwoman, you gave him your heart. He deserves to know! How's he ever going to remember your kindness if you hide it from him?"

He just didn't get why she insisted on keeping it secret. If anyone deserved to be remembered, it was her.

Unlike Nathanael's fiery outburst, Citrine remained calm, her voice steady. “I decided to give him my heart-that was my choice, not his. He shouldn't have to carry the weight of such a debt. If possible, I'd rather he just live a good life."

Raymond, listening in from the side, turned away, his face twisted with frustration. Even now, she was thinking of him, when she already had enough pain of her

own.

After she left the hospital, Citrine ended things with Theo on her own terms. She sent back every gift he'd ever given her, then returned to the research center as if closing a chapter.

She recorded her experience with the artificial heart daily-its strengths, flaws,

the lab, working on projects

this time, Sawyer and Theo called her repeatedly,

quiet, if lonely, rhythm. But Raymond noticed something troubling: Citrine's depression was getting worse. At first, her episodes came every week, but soon she was hurting herself almost every night. By day, she

straight through to

Theo, unable to reach her, grew frantic-searching everywhere, desperate

research center

message from Jeanette and Aline

of a high-rise,

you want your father to live,

flash across Citrine's eyes when

body

He had spent so much time with her lately, he recognized the warning signs-this was her depression, about to

worse than ever. Citrine knew

antidepressants into

many times. she'd taken those pills. They used to help, but her body had built up a tolerance.

or not, after a few moments, Citrine's