NovelUSAChapter 613 He had no idea Manley and Citrine had known each other for so long.
Raymond pressed his lips together, his face tight with pain.
How could he blManley for anything? As Citrine's own father, he'd failed to find his daughter when she needed him most, absent from every important moment of her life. He should have been the one to protect her, but when the crisis came, it was his daughter who ended up protecting him. He felt like a complete failure.
Raymond's face was ashen as he slumped in the hospital waiting room, his brow furrowed in agony. Pain contorted his features, sweat beading on his forehead. But even as the discomfort becunbearable, not a sound escaped him.
Manley waited, expecting Raymond to lash out at him, but the reprimand never came.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Manley glanced over again, he saw just how frail Raymond looked. "What's wrong with you?" Manley frowned.
Raymond barely managed to lift his eyelids, forcing out a low, "It's nothing." But before he could finish, a violent cough wracked his body. Suddenly, blood burst from his mouth, splattering across the gleaming, polished floor.
His strength gave out completely.
"Raymond!" Manley's eyes widened in shock as he lunged forward to catch him.
The rest of the Carmichaels scrambled to call for a doctor.
After a hurried examination, the doctor finally let out a relieved sigh, his tense expression easing a little. "Don't worry," he reassured them. "Mr. Carmichael's collapsed from acute distress and emotional shock. He'll caround after a little rest and an IV drip." With that, Raymond was moved to a hospital room.
That night, his dreams kept looping back and forth-one moment he saw Citrine living with the Iversons, the next he saw her lying pale and motionless in a hospital bed.
He thought he'd wake up in a cold sweat, just as he always did with these nightmares. But this time, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up.
In his dream, Raymond suddenly saw Theo and Sawyer Iverson standing quietly by the hospital bed. He tried but before he could focus, an unseen Deforesee who was lying there, force yanked him away pulled him into another room.
Still dazed, he looked up-and froze at the sight of the patient in this bed.
Citrine lay there, an oxygen tube fitted to her nose, an IV dripping into her arm. Her face was ghostly pale. What happened? Why was Citrine like this? A terrible thought struck him, and he forced his consciousness to the next room.
This time, he didn't pay any attention to Sawyer or Theo. Instead, his eyes went straight past them to the bed behind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the hospital bed lay Jeanette, unmistakably herself.
Jeanette? What was she doing here?
Unlike Citrine, Jeanette was wide awake, propped up against the pillows watching a movie and m shacking. She was radiant, her face full of color and cheer-she didn't look sick at all.
Raymond's gaze darkened. He still hadn't figured out what had really happened between Jeanette and Citrine; when he overheard Sawyer and Theo talking. fo Sawyer, who'd been calm before the surgery, now seemed anxious and unsettled.
After a moment's hesitation, Sawyer asked Theo, "Citrine's going to be okay, right?"
Theo didn't so much as blink. "Relax.
She only donated a kidney to Om Jeanettel She won't die." What? A kidney? They gave Citrine's kidney to Jeanette? Raymond's eyes flew open wide, burning with rage and hatred as he stared at Sawyer and Theo.
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