The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 718

Chapter 718

Jeanette felt herself unravel, her heart sinking into cold despair.

Citrine wasn't the quiet, withdrawn girl who used to swallow every injustice in silence. The person standing here now was dangerous-unpredictable, even a little unhinged.

Before long, Monica rushed in, clutching a first aid kit. "Citrine, I found it!"

Citrine immediately strode over and popped the kit open, efficiently laying out antiseptic, bandages, and everything else she'd need.

When she'd set it all out, she turned to Gorman, who was still standing there in a daze. Her voice was sharp with impatience. "Well? Are you coming over or not?"

"Me?" Gorman seemed momentarily at a loss.

Citrine's brow furrowed. “Is there anyone else here who's injured?"

She honestly couldn't understand how someone as shrewd as Gorman could be so clueless. She even wondered how he'd managed to turn the G Group into such a powerhouse on his own.

Staring at his already-bandaged hand, Gorman blinked in surprise, then shuffled sheepishly toward Citrine, as if he couldn't quite believe she was tending to him.

Citrine didn't look at him-her focus was entirely on his hand.

"Give me your hand," she said quietly.

Gorman obediently held it out.

"I only stopped the bleeding earlier," Citrine explained as she unwound the bandage. "We need to clean this properly and re-wrap it to prevent infection." She dabbed his wound with antiseptic, staunched the blood, and then expertly dressed it again.

couldn't take his eyes off his sister, so lost in the moment he barely noticed

that

few days, keep it dry and

like this-not

warmth spread through him. "Thank you,

years since he'd felt that kind of comfort-years since Citrine had vanished

arrived

"Who called this in?"

forward. "Officers, Jeanette just attacked

plenty of witnesses," he

"Which one is

face was

So away, but Citrine

and pointed. her. ,

there."

and snapped the cuffs on her

her away," the lead officer said

erupted, screaming and flailing like someone possessed. "It was Citrine Carmichael! She's the one who ruined

down," one of the

police prepared to escort Jeanette out, Citrine called after

you mind if I had a word with

glances, then nodded their

close, she murmured softly into her ear, "Oh, by the

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