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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 615
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Chapter 615 "Bastards," Raymond spat through gritted teeth.

Those two, Sawyer and Theo-heartless, both of them. They only cared about Jeanette and left Citrine to fend for herself, not even bothering to hire a nurse to look after her. Were they truly that broke? Had the company gone under? Or were they just that callous? It was pathetic. Even when Citrine was still unconscious, Sawyer couldn't wait to order Theo to break up with her- and Theo, that coward, just played both sides. He refused to break up, yet kept running back to Jeanette, tangled up in her .

Meanwhile, Jeanette was living it up, eating well and laughing loud, healthy as ever for someone supposedly sick. If she so much as sneezed, Sawyer and Theo acted like the world was ending.

But here, his Citrine-she had no one. No one to care for her, not even a bite to eat.

Betrayed by both her adoptive father and her boyfriend. How was she supposed to survive that? Raymond's eyes stung as he watched.

All alone, Citrine dragged herself across the floor, inching toward the coffee table. She was so weak she could only move herself using her arms, hauling her body bit by bit. With one kidney gone and her wounds still healing, her strength had abandoned her. Before long, she was gasping for air, utterly spent, and it took ages before she could try again. She repeated the struggle three times before finally managing to reach the bread left on the coffee table.

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It was the first tRaymond had ever seen his daughter eat like that-ravenous, devouring the bread as if someone might snatch it away. In all his memories of family meals, Citrine had always been so composed, eating in small, careful bites.

Now, the contrast was heartbreaking. The desperate hunger, the wild way she stuffed herself-it was nothing like the graceful daughter he remembered.

Raymond ached for her, but all he had left was consciousness, unable to lift a finger to help.

So he burned with hatred, vowing to hold Sawyer and Theo accountable for every bit of this suffering.

Everything he'd witnessed in these dreams, Raymond had checked against reality, and every time, the events had proven true.

But this this dream was different. It didn't match reality. In real life, Citrine had never been with Theo-never. After what Theo and his father had done, Citrine could only despise him. No matter what the future brought, Raymond knew his daughter's spirit—she would never, not in this lifetime, end up with Theo.

Yet, in this dream, they were together.

Raymond fell silent, a wild hunch forming in his mind.

What if everything he'd seen was from Citrine's past life-memories of things that had truly happened before? It sounded mad, but he couldn't shake the conviction. Deep down, he believed it.

Days passed. Neither Sawyer nor Theo so much as glanced into Citrine's hospital room.

In the end it was one of the nurses a kind woman who couldn't stand to watch any longer-who stormed in and shoved her own lunchbox into Citrine's hands.

At first, Citrine didn't trust her. She refused to take a single bite.

The nurse worried for her health, but never forced her. Day after day, though Citrine ate nothing, the nurse kept coming back, bringing her meals.

It wasn't until several days later, when Citrine was so hungry she could barely think, that she finally looked at the nurse's food and Swed hard.

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The nurse caught the look, smiled gently, and opened the container, setting it in front of her.

"Con," she said kindly, "eat something."

Citrine was silent for a long moment before she finally choked out, Thank your Just two words, but they seemed to cost her all the pride she had left.

It was the first tRaymond had seen that look on his daughter's face.

Moved, uncertain, wary, ashamed.

Anyone seeing her eyes in that moment would have thought then sthing poor girl.

For all her stubborn pride and sharp tongue, to outsiders she was nothing but pitiable. The nurse's heart softened. She decided to sit with Citrine for a while, pulling up a chair beside the bed and chatting quietly to keep her company.