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?"

a hint of anger

hadn't expected him to be this

felt a surprising warmth blossom

her father was

nothing serious. See? I'm fine." To prove her

Raymond barked, reaching out to

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

gruff, but

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

from the table, preparing to

from her hands. He shot a fierce glare at Sebastian, who was lying

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

piano keys and paintings, not kitchen chores. And yet this Sebastian had the gall to

the boy a thousand times

matter how much he grumbled, he still

he took the fruit knife from her and muttered, "He's lucky today. I'll do it myself." Then he set about peeling the apple

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

"No need. You're still injured. Sit

punk wasn't asleep right now, I'd be

but laugh at his over-the-top

his lips together, lashes trembling. For a second, he didn't know whether he

to keep playing dead. He definitely didn't

risk "having his skin

sneaking glances at

"Citrine... What's the deal between you and that boy in

from her water. She thought for a second, then answered,

at his lips. "This is the first time I've

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

for a long moment before finally saying, "Citrine, I'm

he'd only ever

Theo Glenwood, Raymond