NovelUSAChapter 619 Two months later, Raymond's wound had healed enough for him to be discharged from the hospital.
During his stay, he'd asked Nathanael more than once about the identity of the person who had donated the heart, but Nathanael kept his lips sealed. Not once did he mention Citrine.
After seeing Raymond off, Nathanael felt so stifled he couldn't hold it in anymore. He went straight to find Citrine.
"Chairwoman, you gave him your heart. He deserves to know! How's he ever going to remember your kindness if you hide it from him?" He just didn't get why she insisted on keeping it secret. If anyone deserved to be remembered, it was her.
Unlike Nathanael's fiery outburst, Citrine remained calm, her voice steady. "I decided to give him my heart-that was my choice, not his. He shouldn't have to carry the weight of such a debt. If possible, I'd rather he just live a good life." Raymond, listening in from the side, turned away, his face twisted with frustration. Even now, she was thinking of him, when she already had enough pain of her own.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter she left the hospital, Citrine ended things with Theo on her own terms. She sent back every gift he'd ever given her, then returned to the research center as if closing a chapter.
From then on, her days fell into a strict routine. She recorded her experience with the artificial heart daily-its strengths, flaws, and everything that needed improvement.
Outside of that, she practically locked herself in the lab, working on projects without taking a single day off. During this time, Sawyer and Theo called her repeatedly, but she never picked up.
Life settled into a quiet, if lonely, rhythm. But Raymond noticed something troubling: Citrine's depression was getting worse. At first, her episodes cevery week, but soon she was hurting herself almost every night. By day, she pretended nothing was wrong, burying herself in research, repressing every dark urge.
This went on for months, straight through to the next year.
Meanwhile, Sawyer and Theo, unable to reach her, grew frantic-searching everywhere, desperate just to see her. Citrine, ever resourceful, decided to move into the research center itself, cutting herself off from the world. Then, one day, everything changed. A message from Jeanette and Aline shattered her fragile peace.
In the photo attached, Sawyer was tied up on the edge of a high-rise, teetering dangerously. One wrong move and he'd plummet to his death.
*Citrine Iverson, if you want your father to live, chere. Alone.* Raymond saw the pain flash across Citrine's eyes when she read the message.
Almost immediately, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Raymond's heart clenched. He had spent so much twith her lately, he recognized the warning signs-this was her depression, about to break loose.
But this twas different. It was worse than ever. Citrine knew it, too. She quickly shoved several antidepressants into her mouth.
He'd lost count of how many times. she'd taken those pills. They used to help, but her body had built up a tolerance. The medicine barely worked anymore, and she'd probably forgotten that in her panic.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPlacebo or not, after a few moments, Citrine's shaking eased enough for her to grab her keys and head out to the address Jeanette had sent.
As she left, Raymond glanced at the calendar on the table. Today today was The content is on bottle novelenglish.net! Citrine's birthday. He paused, emotion flickering across his face.
But she was already gone. Pushing aside his thoughts, Raymond m focused willing his consciousness to follow her. They arrived quickly at the location Jeanette had specified.
Citrine climbed the stairs with a calm, almost icy expression. When she saw Sawyer, she shot him a weary, contemptuous look.
"So, what is it this time? Couldn't put
on a family show without me? It's been a year and you people still won't leavealone. Go on, tellwhat's today's performance supposed to be?"
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