NovelUSAChapter 610 With a sickening thud, the man in camouflage plummeted from the rooftop, rifle and all.
Raymond's eyes were wild, bloodshot with terror. He dropped to his knees, clutching his daughter to his chest, desperately pressing his hands to the wound over Citrine's heart, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.
"Call an ambulance! Now!" His voice broke, raw with panic.
But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he shouted again, "Call the Medical Research Center-tell them to send a team right away!" The blood was spreading fast, soaking through Citrine's clothes, turning them crimson. Raymond's fear grew with every second. So much blood. How could there be so much blood? Raymond, who had never known fear in his life, was finally tasting it for the first time. He couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if Citrine didn't make it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSherman, his face twisted with rage, stalked across the room and drove his boot into Talbot's chest.
"Was it you?" Sherman snarled. "Did you give the order?" Talbot, already old and frail, crumpled under the blow, his bones seeming to rattle apart. He looked up into Sherman's murderous glare and, for the first time, felt genuine fear. Swallowing hard, Talbot stammered, "N-no... it wasn't me." Sherman pressed a pistol to Talbot's temple, voice icy. "Not you? The man in camouflage was your guy. He wouldn't have moved without your word." Talbot shook his head, frantic. "It was because of his brother-your sniper killed him." Sherman finally lowered the gun, jaw clenched.
Minutes crawled by until the research center's ambulance arrived.
The paramedics rushed in, quickly lifting Citrine onto a stretcher and into the back of the van.
As her father, Raymond was the only one allowed to ride with her.
Inside, he held Citrine's hand tight, the tears streaming down his face unchecked. A grown man, sobbing openly, but he couldn't stop. Still, he tried to comfort her, voice trembling: "Citrine, don't worry. You're going to e alright. I promise." Citrine felt the warmth of his tears splash onto her cheek, and the icy numbness in her eyes finally melted away. She tried to speak, but blood welled up and spilled from her lips. Seemingly oblivious to the pain, Citrine summoned all her strength, gripping Raymond's hand hard.
"Dad..." she whispered, her voice so faint, so weak.
Her mouth was full of blood, her words barely more than a murmur. Raymond couldn't make out what she was saying, and the sight of her like this tore at his heart. "Shh, sweetheart, don't talk," he pleaded. "Save your strength." But Citrine feared she might never get another chance. She clung to his arm, pulling him closer, determined. Seeing her so desperate, Raymond's heart broke even more. He bent down, bringing his ear close to her lips. "Dad..." she repeated, just a little clearer.
This time, Raymond heard her. The shock turned his eyes red. He had dreamed of this moment of Citrine calling him Dad-but now that it was real, it brought him no joy, only anguish.
"I'm here, honey. I'm right here," he choked out, hands trembling.
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All his life he'd longed to hear her call him father. He ought to be happy, but at this moment, happiness was the last thing he felt. He turned away, wiping at his tears, trying to collect himself. When he looked back, he forced a smile and gently dabbed the blood from her mouth. "Don't talk anymore, Citrine, We're almost at the hospital."
A faint smile touched Citrine's lips. In her past life, everyone she loved had wanted her d her gone No one cared for her, no one loved her, no one mourned her.
But this time, everything was different. She was surrounded by love. Her father was crying for her, En.
hurting for her. He loved her so much. She was happy-truly happy, even a little excited.
For the first time, dying didn't seem so frightening after all.
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