The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 637

As expected, this stubborn girl really was born to be his nemesis.

Ogden was practically fuming, his face set in a hard scowl as he prepared to walk away. Just then, Citrine tugged gently at his sleeve and spoke with heartfelt sincerity.

"Grandpa, you're the one who saved me and raised me. You taught me everything I know about the world, shaped me into a capable officer. Without you, I wouldn't be who I am today. We may not be related by blood, but you're even closer to me than family."

"Even though I've found my biological relatives, you'll always be the grandpa I love most."

Ogden's eyes grew misty, a bittersweet ache stirring in his chest. "You little rascal, you really can drive me up the wall sometimes. But when you get sentimental like this, I can't ever stay mad at you."

He tried to sound annoyed, but truthfully, Ogden was quietly delighted-practically bursting with pride. After all, she'd said it herself: he was the grandpa she loved most. With just those words, he'd gladly do anything for her.

Maybe these romance novels were good for something after all. He'd have to keep reading—maybe even buy a subscription and pick up a few new tricks.

Ogden ended up staying in the room nearly the entire morning. Sherman waited outside, slumped and miserable, not knowing when his turn to see Citrine would finally come. The wait felt endless.

Sherman barely paused to announce himself before

the room, each

spending an hour with Citrine. But with Ogden and Sherman barging in, no one else had

they had to do was wait for

friends, her professors, and anyone hoping to curry favor with the

and soon, the patients started recovering. The research center closed

buzzed with praise for her courage, intellect, kindness, and

on many patients during the flu outbreak,

long, word spread

wasn't just the researcher who'd developed the flu

but

of the research center and its most

media coverage

high-profile figures from various countries-were reaching out to CICI