NovelUSAChapter 546 Just then, the doorbell rang.
Before the housekeeper could even greet the visitor, Sawyer barged inside, brushing past her.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, startled by his sudden entrance.
Sawyer didn't even spare her a glance. He strode straight toward Raymond, who was sitting on the sofa. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days-his face unshaven, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven Raymond needed a moment to recognize him. His brows drew together in surprise. "Sawyer?" Sawyer seemed half-mad. He seized Raymond by the collar, desperation written all over his face. "Where's Citrine? Where is she?" Raymond's eyes turned cold in an instant. He slapped Sawyer's hand away with a sharp motion and replied icily, "You don't deserve to say her name." Just hearing Sawyer utter his daughter's nmade Raymond's blood boil. He lowered his voice, barely containing his anger. "If you've got something to say, we'll talk outside. Don't disturb my daughter." Sawyer seemed to realize something then. He forced himself to calm down.
"Outside," Raymond repeated, his voice low and firm.
They stepped out onto the garden patio, the air heavy with tension.
Once he was sure that Citrine was safe, Sawyer's frantic energy faded, replaced by a brittle exhaustion. He looked at Raymond and asked quietly, "How is she?" Raymond didn't answer. His jaw clenched; then, without warning, he swung and landed a hard punch across Sawyer's face.
He spat out the words, venomous, "You have the nerve to ask about Citrine? If it weren't for you and that viper Aline insisting Dick becCitrine's piano teacher, none of this would've happened." Raymond's fury was relentless-he threw punch after punch, not holding back in the least.
Sawyer didn't fight back. He let the blows land, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped at the blood, pain etched into his features. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know what kind of man Dick really was." If he had, he would never have let Dick near his daughter. But now, apology was meaningless.
He remembered how young Citrine had begged him, again and again, to quit piano lessons.
He'd brushed her off, accusing her of being difficult. "Why can't you be more like your sister? Stop being so stubborn." How helpless she must have felt.
She'd once lashed out with a fruit knife and hurt Dick-he'd thought she was dangerous, cruel, even told her to stay away from Jeanette, afraid she'd scare her little sister.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe hadn't understood; he'd only made it worse. Because of him and Aline, they'd sent Citrine away in the middle of the night.
What kind of pain had she gone through? Sawyer couldn't bear to imagine.
The thought alone made him want to tear himself apart.
Raymond kept hitting him, blow after blow, until Sawyer's face and shit were smeared with blood. Still, Sawyer didn't lift a hand to defend himself. Silent tears slid down his cheeks.
He looked utterly defeated, his eyes empty as he met Raymond's gaze. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Go ahead. Kill me. I deserve it."
Raymond suddenly stopped. He crouched down in front of Sawyen staring at him with utter contempt. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Don't flatter yourself." "If dying was that easy, what would be the point?"
"You were blind, you were heartless, and you lost the daughter who loved you most. You ought to spend the rest of your life drowning in regret and pain." Raymond pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and leaned against the railing, his eyes cold and distant.
After a moment, he spoke again. "You're not fit to be a father."
Sawyer slowly raised his head, bitterness twisting his features.m "You're right. Why a bastard." He had destroyed Citrine's life. Raymond's voice was steely. "From now on, take care of my daughter myself. Don't ever show your face to her again. If you do, I swear you." KH Kill swny
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