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..."

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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?"

was a hint of anger in

him to be

she felt a surprising

was

scrape, nothing serious. See? I'm fine." To prove her point, she even

reaching out to gently set

stern. "You're hurt. Take proper care of yourself-don't go

still gruff, but much

down, Citrine smiled. "Got

from the table, preparing

snatched the apple from her hands. He shot a fierce glare at Sebastian,

he's got, eating apples my daughter peeled. I haven't even

to be cherished, not put to work-her delicate hands were for piano keys and paintings, not kitchen chores. And yet

a

matter how much he grumbled, he still had to think of his daughter's

fruit knife from her and muttered, "He's lucky today. I'll do it myself." Then

don't be so jealous. I'll peel one for you too, okay?" Citrine couldn't help but laugh at the

back, "No need. You're still injured. Sit

that punk wasn't asleep right now, I'd be peeling his

laugh

pressed his lips together, lashes trembling. For a

decided to keep playing

"having his

kept peeling the apple, sneaking glances

moment, he asked, a bit awkwardly, "Citrine... What's the deal between

mid-sip from her water. She thought for a

Sebastian, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "This is the first time I've

on. "He got hurt because of me! Of course I

looked at her for a long moment before finally saying, "Citrine, I'm not

only ever

past with Theo Glenwood,