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.

recorded her experience with the artificial heart daily-its

that, she practically locked herself in the lab, working on

Sawyer and Theo called her repeatedly, but she never picked

depression was getting worse. At first, her episodes came every week, but soon she

on for months, straight through to the

and Theo, unable to reach her, grew

resourceful, decided to move into the research center itself, cutting herself

message from Jeanette and Aline shattered

was tied up on the edge of a high-rise, teetering dangerously. One wrong move and

Iverson, if you want your father to live, come

the pain flash across Citrine's

her body

her lately, he recognized the

different. It was worse than ever.

shoved several antidepressants into her

to help, but her body had built up a tolerance. The medicine barely worked anymore, and she'd probably forgotten that in

not, after a few moments, Citrine's shaking eased enough for