The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 802

It wasn’t just the Saunders family who received letters and gifts—everyone in the Carmichael family did too.

At the Carmichael house, the mood was just as tearful. Weston Carmichael and his son Travis clung to each other, sobbing so hard they could barely catch their breath.

“My little girl…”

“My precious grandson…”

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Overseas.

Citrine hadn’t shown up for three days straight, and Raymond, ever perceptive, immediately sensed something was wrong.

After pressing Sherman for answers, he finally got the truth.

Raymond rushed to Sebastian’s hospital room, only to find his daughter sitting alone on the sofa, quietly peeling an apple.

Though Sebastian was the patient here, Raymond couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed with him.

He didn’t linger at the door long before pushing it open and stepping inside.

Citrine turned, shocked to find her father standing there, his expression dark.

“Dad?” she blurted out, clearly surprised to see him.

It only took her a moment to figure out what had happened—so, she hadn’t managed to keep this from him after all.

Raymond’s face remained stern and silent. Even when Citrine approached to speak to him, he acted as if she weren’t there.

After all, she was the one who’d hidden things from him. Feeling a bit guilty, Citrine sat back down next to him on the sofa, carefully beginning, “Dad, I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

When he still didn’t reply, she added, “Besides, it’s not like I’m seriously hurt or anything.” Even as she said it, a flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes.

Just as Citrine thought she might be able to brush things off, Raymond’s gaze swept over her arm. He scoffed, “Don’t think I don’t know—you should be resting that arm of yours. Why are you here watching over this guy? What, are the nurses just for show?”

There was a hint of anger in Raymond’s voice.

Citrine winced—she hadn’t expected him to be this upset.

But instead of being afraid, she felt a surprising warmth blossom inside her.

She knew her father was just worried about her.

“It’s just a scrape, nothing serious. See? I’m fine.” To prove her point, she even flexed her injured arm in front of him.

“Stop that,” Raymond barked, reaching out to gently set her arm down.

His expression was stern. “You’re hurt. Take proper care of yourself—don’t go making things worse.”

His tone was still gruff, but much softer than before.

Seeing that he’d calmed down, Citrine smiled. “Got it, Dad.”

She picked up the half-peeled apple from the table, preparing to finish the job.

Raymond, spotting her movements, immediately snatched the apple from her hands. He shot a fierce glare at Sebastian, who was lying in bed, and gritted his teeth.

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