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 to

of being afraid, she felt a surprising warmth blossom

father was just worried

just a scrape, nothing serious. See? I'm fine." To prove her

that," Raymond barked, reaching out to gently

hurt. Take proper care of yourself-don't go making things

tone was still gruff,

down, Citrine

picked up the half-peeled apple from

shot a fierce glare at Sebastian, who

apples my daughter peeled. I haven't even had

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

the boy a

how much he grumbled, he still had to

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

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

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

he added, "If that punk wasn't

couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top

sleeping Sebastian pressed his lips together, lashes trembling. For a second,

keep playing dead. He definitely didn't

risk "having his skin

sneaking glances at

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

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

shot a 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

like a cat with its tail stepped on. "He got hurt because of me!

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

these years, he'd only ever heard her mention this one

past with Theo Glenwood, Raymond suspected she must