NovelUSAChapter 622 As Sue recalled the past, her face was clouded with resentment. But when she spoke of Citrine, her tone shifted- pride and gratitude were unmistakable in her voice.
Raymond's heart softened instantly.
His precious daughter was simply too kind for her own good.
When Sue mentioned the company chairwoman's uncertain fate, her voice caught, and she dabbed at her nose, fighting back tears. "The chairwoman saved my life. Without her, I wouldn't be who I am today. Over the past year, she's offeredso much guidance. Without her help, there's no way I could have gone from just an ordinary nurse to head nurse in such a short time." Something flickered in Raymond's eyes as he listened to Sue's words. He seemed to be putting pieces together. How could it just be coincidence? Sue happened to lose her job, and Citrine just happened to give her a spot at the Medical Research Center.
His suspicions felt all but confirmed now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine must have been given a second chance at life.
It sounded fantastical, but with this explanation, everything suddenly made sense.
In her previous life, Citrine never cut ties with the Iverson family. She never acknowledged him as her father. She fell for Theo, who broke her heart again and again, and the Iversons tormented her for a lifetwith reminders of their so-called kindness. She ended her life at twenty-eight, battered and alone.
But things were different now. This time, Citrine severed all connection with the Iversons and returned to the Carmichael family. She didn't fall for Theo; in fact, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid him. The debt she owed the Iversons had been repaid in her previous life, so this taround, she owed them nothing. She was free to walk away without guilt or hesitation.
Raymond understood now. Everything finally made sense.
Ever since her daughter's accident, Hilda had been plagued by nightmares.
No... not just nightmares.
Even in the middle of the day, haunting images of her daughter flashed uncontrollably through her mind. She couldn't block them out, even when she was wide awake.
At first, Hilda thought she was just having bad dreams-visions of her daughter leaping from a tall building. She tried to resist them, telling herself it was all in her head.
But as the images grew more frequent and vivid, Hilda began to realize they weren't just dreams. What was worse, they felt disturbingly real, as if she were reliving something that had actually happened.
The darker visions kept coming, one after another, until Hilda felt her nerves unraveling.
She pressed her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes, exhausted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, the chaotic fragments in her mind slowed down, like a film reel winding to a stop.
She saw a little girl, bundled in nothing but a tattered, pilling sweater. The child was curled up on a balcony, hugging herself tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The setting was a run-down old apartment building. The balcony was open to the elements, no windows to keep out the cold.
Outside, snow was falling in thick, silent sheets, covering everything in below, white. Down in the in people hurried by, bundled in winter coats. It must have been freezing. The little girl huddled in the corner, her face raw and red from the cold, her exposed skin chapped and swollen with frostbite.
Hilda, who'd grown up in comfort and never witnessed such poverty, gould barely stand to look at the child's injuries. The sight of those angry red welts broke her heart. It was unbearable.
Just then, the girl let out a weak, shivering sob. "Mommy, where are you? Why aren't you Fare Mommying to get me? Is it because you've beca star in the sky?"
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