The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 802

It wasn't just the Saunders family who received letters and gifts-everyone in the Carmichael family did too.

At the Carmichael house, the mood was just as tearful. Weston Carmichael and

his son Travis clung to each other, sobbing so hard they could barely catch their breath.

"My little girl..."

"My precious grandson..."

***

Overseas.

Citrine hadn't shown up for three days straight, and Raymond, ever perceptive, immediately sensed something was wrong.

After pressing Sherman for answers, he finally got the truth.

Raymond rushed to Sebastian's hospital room, only to find his daughter sitting alone on the sofa, quietly peeling an apple.

Though Sebastian was the patient here, Raymond couldn't help but feel a little annoyed with him.

He didn't linger at the door long before pushing it open and stepping inside. Citrine turned, shocked to find her father standing there, his expression dark. "Dad?" she blurted out, clearly surprised to see him.

It only took her a moment to figure out what had happened-so, she hadn't managed to keep this from him after all.

Raymond's face remained stern and silent. Even when Citrine approached to speak to him, he acted as if she weren't there.

After all, she was the one who'd hidden things from him. Feeling a bit guilty, Citrine sat back down next to him on the sofa, carefully beginning, "Dad, I didn't mean to keep this from you."

When he still didn't reply, she added, "Besides, it's not like I'm seriously hurt or anything." Even as she said it, a flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes.

Just as Citrine thought she might be able to brush things off, Raymond's gaze swept over her arm. He scoffed, "Don't think I don't know-you should be resting that arm of yours. Why are you here watching over this guy? What, are the nurses just for show?"

a hint of anger in

expected him to be this

afraid, she felt a surprising warmth

was just worried about

I'm fine." To prove her point, she even flexed her injured arm in front

Raymond barked, reaching out to

proper care of yourself-don't go

gruff,

that he'd calmed down, Citrine smiled. "Got it,

picked up the half-peeled apple from the table, preparing to finish the

immediately snatched the apple from her hands. He shot a fierce

eating apples my daughter peeled. I

put to work-her delicate hands were for piano keys and paintings, not kitchen

a thousand

no matter how much he grumbled, he still had

in mind, he took the fruit knife from her and muttered, "He's lucky today. I'll do it myself."

I'll peel one for you

need. You're still injured.

"If that punk wasn't asleep right now, I'd be

laugh at

the supposedly sleeping Sebastian pressed his lips together, lashes trembling. For a second, he didn't know whether he

decided to keep playing dead.

"having

sneaking glances at his

What's the deal between you and that boy in the

from her water. She thought for a second, then answered, "We're... friends,

sidelong glance at Sebastian, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "This is the first time I've seen you worry so much over a male

its tail stepped on. "He got hurt

long moment before finally saying, "Citrine, I'm not against you

only ever heard her mention this one

Glenwood, Raymond suspected she must still