The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 636

"You little rascal! The moment I'm out of sight, you stop taking care of yourself. Raymond's your father-if he can't protect you, that's his failure, and now you're the one taking bullets for him? What kind of father is that? If you ask me, you should just come live with me. Sure, I'm getting on in years, but I could keep you plenty safe."

Citrine knew her grandfather worried about her, so she didn't take offense.

She smiled and said, "Grandpa, Raymond isn't useless. He's my dad. I'm happy I can protect him."

And she meant every word of it.

"Dad?" For a moment, Ogden's face was unreadable, but at that single word, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He stared at her. "You little rascal, have you really accepted Raymond?"

Citrine's smile softened. "They've been really good to me. With them, I finally feel the love I always wanted."

Ogden nodded slowly.

He'd rescued this girl when she was fourteen, all alone in another country. From that day, he'd raised her himself. In those years, the bond between grandfather and granddaughter had been unbreakable; they understood each other better than anyone else in the world.

Ogden knew better than anyone how hard it was to get through to her. When he first met her, she'd been like a wild cub-skittish, impossible to read, putting up walls with everyone, even him. It had taken more than a year of patience and persistence before she finally let him in.

her heart, Ogden couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Soon, she'd have

for her. His darling girl deserved all the

old resentment Ogden felt toward the Carmichaels faded a little. If Citrine was willing to open up to them, then they must have treated

Citrine, emotions swirling inside him. After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "Well, Citrine, looks like you've got yourself a

bother to hide the hint of envy in

you'll

how to get your way with words," Ogden huffed, though a smile tugged at his

it," Citrine replied, grinning

mischievous. "Alright then, let me ask you this: if both Weston and I fell into a

ridiculousness of it, but

patience. "That scenario does

sense. There's

in at the

said, what if?" Ogden

no 'what if," Citrine

care, you have to pick one!" Ogden was

Citrine shook her head,