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 Raymond's

hadn't expected him

felt a surprising warmth

her father was

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

Raymond barked, reaching out to gently set

Take proper care of yourself-don't

gruff, but much softer

he'd calmed down, Citrine

up the half-peeled apple from the table,

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

eating apples my daughter peeled. I

and paintings, not

boy a thousand times in

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

took the fruit knife from her and muttered, "He's lucky today. I'll

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

"No need. You're still injured. Sit

he added, "If that punk

help but laugh at his over-the-top

together, lashes trembling. For a second, he didn't know whether he should wake up or keep pretending to

he decided to keep playing

"having his

sneaking glances

awkwardly, "Citrine... What's the deal between

thought for a second, then

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

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

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

ever heard her mention

Theo Glenwood, Raymond suspected she must