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?"

hint of anger

winced-she hadn't expected him to

she felt a surprising

her father was just worried about

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

that," Raymond barked, reaching out to

stern. "You're hurt. Take proper

still gruff, but

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

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

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

got, eating apples my daughter peeled.

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

a thousand times in

grumbled, he still

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

for you too, okay?" Citrine couldn't

shot back, "No need.

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

laugh at his over-the-top

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

keep playing dead. He definitely didn't

risk "having

peeling the apple, sneaking glances at his

awkwardly, "Citrine... What's the

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

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

bristled, like a cat with its tail stepped on. "He got hurt

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

these years, he'd only ever

past with Theo Glenwood, Raymond suspected