NovelUSAChapter 629 Quentin stood by the hospital bed, staring blankly at the pale face before him, unable to tear his eyes away for a long time.
He'd always told himself he hated her, so why did he feel this pang of sadness now? Without a word, Quentin slipped out of the room and sank onto a bench beside Hastings.
While the three of them sat in heavy silence, Kali's mood was anything but somber. The moment she confirmed Citrine was really dead, a sly smile curved her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.
If it weren't for the three men present, Kali might've broken into a dance right there.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat wretched girl was gone at last. No one would steal what was hers anymore. And now, surely, Hastings would fall for her again.
The excitement bubbled up inside Kali until she couldn't help but pull out her phone and share the good news with Jeanette.
Kali texted: "Jeanette, guess what? Citrine Carmichael is dead." Jeanette replied almost instantly: "Are you serious?" Kali's fingers trembled with glee as she typed back: "Of course. Cto Crestwood Medical Research Center right now and see for yourself." On the other end, Jeanette's eyes lit up with an almost unnatural thrill. Without hesitation, she grabbed her things and hurried over.
The sight that greeted Jeanette-Citrine lying lifeless in the hospital bed, her loved ones sobbing around her-filled her with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
After a moment's thought, she sent a message to her mother: "Mom, Citrine is dead. You can cback now." She wasn't sure what her mother had been up to lately-several of her messages had gone unanswered. Jeanette sighed, slipping her phone back into her pocket. As she looked up, she found herself face-to-face with Raymond, his expression thunderous, eyes cold and unyielding.
A chill ran down Jeanette's spine. She tried to turn away, but Raymond was already striding toward her. She stared at him, panic rising in her voice. "Ray-" Before she could finish, Raymond's hand shot out, clamping around her throat. His voice was a snarl: "You dare show your face here?" With brute force, he dragged her away from the doorway, lifting her bodily off the ground by her neck. Jeanette kicked and clawed at his hand, desperate to break free.
To Raymond, even touching her was revolting. Once they were out of the room, he flung her down onto the hallway floor as if discarding something filthy.
"Get out of here," he spat, towering over her. "If you so much as look at my daughter again, I won't hesitate to kill you." He glared at her with such contempt, it was as if he were staring at garbage.
The man's insane, Jeanette thought, scrambling backward, one hand clutching her bruised neck.
Kali considered stepping in to defend Jeanette, but the murderous glint in Raymond's eyes made her freeze in place.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Theo, Quentin, and Hastings were lost in their own grief, barely noticing the commotion.
Once Jeanette caught her breath, she wasted no tfleeing the hospital.
Only then did Raymond turn his attention to the others in the hall He remembered all too well how they'd tormented his daughter in the past and now, in this life, Theo was still tied to her death.
Without warning, Raymond stormed over, grabbed Theo by the collar, and landed a heavy blow.
"You're going to pay for what you did to my daughter!" He rained punches down on Theo,
each one harder than the last-harder, even, than Hastings ever haddim looked as if Raymond might beat him to death, when Nathanael rushed in.
"Mr. Carmichael, please! Stop!" throwing himself Nathanael cried, between them. Raymond paused, chest heaving, glaring at the group with barely contained rage.
"All of you get out of my sight. Don't you dare defile my daughter's m memory." He shot them a look that promised violence, then forced himself to stay his hand-just barely.
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