The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 626

All of this proved beyond a doubt-Citrine really had been given another chance at life.

Which meant everything Raymond said was true.

"It's my fault, all of it. If it weren't for that dream, I might never have realized just how much my daughter suffered." Hilda's voice trembled, her heart torn between guilt and aching sorrow.

Raymond glanced at her, his expression gentle but restrained. In the end, he shared what Citrine had asked him to say: "Hilda, when Citrine was in the ambulance, she called out for you-she called you 'Mom.' She asked me to tell you... she never blamed you. Not once."

Hilda's eyes were already red, but now, at his words, they brimmed over with tears.

Raymond could tell she'd heard him, so he repeated softly, "You heard me right."

"She... she really forgave me?" Hilda turned away, wiping her cheeks with a shaking hand and trying to collect herself.

Raymond paused, then said, "You never really understood Citrine, Hilda. She acted tough, but her heart was softer than anyone's. If someone showed her the slightest kindness, she'd remember it forever-she'd pay it back tenfold if she could."

"Even if she never said it out loud, she forgave you long ago. Or maybe, the moment she realized you never meant to abandon her, she stopped blaming you at all."

all these years, Raymond knew Citrine's stubborn, loyal nature better than

ambulance, she made me promise to tell you this." His voice caught a little

finally broke, and she sobbed openly, the pain from the visions in her dream cutting deeper

with resolve, and she spoke each word carefully, her anger steady and cold. "I'll make them

on, Raymond interjected, his brow furrowed.

Hilda stared at him

face darkened. "I looked into everyone who ever hurt

them. It's

moment's hesitation, he shared the suspicion

took care of them herself.

her-she made sure they'd never do it

how

blame Citrine for hating them. In

vengeful satisfaction. "She did the right thing. They deserved it. I never wanted her hands stained like that, but since she chose this path,

all, hatred like that couldn't stay bottled up forever; eventually,

would