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

felt

was just worried about

See? I'm fine." To prove her point, she

out

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

still gruff,

calmed down, Citrine smiled.

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

He shot a fierce glare at Sebastian,

eating apples my daughter peeled. I haven't

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

a thousand times

much he grumbled, he still

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

one for you too, okay?" Citrine couldn't help but laugh at

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

a fierce huff, he added, "If that punk wasn't asleep right now, I'd be peeling his

couldn't help but laugh at

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

decided to keep

risk "having his

sneaking glances at his daughter's

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

mid-sip from her water. She thought for a

tugging at his lips. "This is the first time I've seen you worry so

cat with its tail stepped on. "He

her for a long moment before finally saying,

he'd only ever heard her mention this one

her past with Theo Glenwood,