The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 629

Quentin stood by the hospital bed, staring blankly at the pale face before him, unable to tear his eyes away for a long time.

He'd always told himself he hated her, so why did he feel this pang of sadness now?

Without a word, Quentin slipped out of the room and sank onto a bench beside Hastings.

While the three of them sat in heavy silence, Kali's mood was anything but somber. The moment she confirmed Citrine was really dead, a sly smile curved her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.

If it weren't for the three men present, Kali might've broken into a dance right there.

That wretched girl was gone at last. No one would steal what was hers anymore. And now, surely, Hastings would fall for her again.

The excitement bubbled up inside Kali until she couldn't help but pull out her phone and share the good news with Jeanette.

Kali texted: "Jeanette, guess what? Citrine Carmichael is dead."

Jeanette replied almost instantly: "Are you serious?”

Kali's fingers trembled with glee as she typed back: "Of course. Come to Crestwood Medical Research Center right now and see for yourself."

end, Jeanette's eyes lit up with an almost

lying lifeless in the hospital bed, her loved ones sobbing around her-filled her with a

to her mother: "Mom,

been up to lately-several of her messages had gone

her phone back into her pocket. As she looked up, she found herself face-to-face with Raymond,

down Jeanette's spine. She tried to turn

him, panic rising

she could finish, Raymond's hand shot out, clamping around her throat. His voice was a snarl: "You dare show your face

the ground by her neck. Jeanette kicked and

touching her was revolting. Once they were out of the room, he flung

"If you so much as look at my daughter again,

contempt, it was as if he were staring at

scrambling backward, one

stepping in to defend Jeanette, but the murderous glint in Raymond's eyes made her freeze in

Hastings were lost in their own grief, barely

she wasted no

others in the

his daughter