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."

other end, Jeanette's eyes lit up with an almost unnatural thrill. Without hesitation, she grabbed her

her loved ones sobbing around her-filled her with a

her mother: "Mom, Citrine is dead. You

what her mother had been up to lately-several

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

spine. She tried to turn away,

at him, panic rising in her

shot out, clamping around her throat. His voice was a snarl:

away from the doorway, lifting her bodily off the ground by

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

her. "If you so much as look at my daughter

with such contempt, it

scrambling backward, one

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

Quentin, and Hastings were lost in their own grief, barely noticing

breath, she wasted no

Raymond turn his attention to the others in the hall He remembered all too well

his daughter in