The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 213

That night, Raymond’s phone rang unexpectedly.

On the other end, a woman and child were sobbing, their cries punctuated by a man’s hoarse, desperate pleas. His voice was raw with terror, cutting straight through the static.

“Mr. Carmichael, I’m begging you. I know I was wrong. Please—let my family go.”

The man’s despair bled through the line. Raymond frowned slightly, the tone tickling something familiar in his memory, but he couldn’t quite place it.

A moment later, another voice came on, businesslike but edged with menace. “Mr. Carmichael, Easton got drunk tonight and started ranting about you outside our club. Our guys are at his place right now. Should we… send a message?”

The implication was clear, the threat cold and precise.

Easton?

As soon as he heard the name, Raymond remembered. Just a traitor. He gave a soft, dismissive laugh.

“Toss him out of Havencrest. Break his legs,” Raymond ordered, his voice light and almost bored, as if he were discussing the weather.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Easton’s curses echoed in his mind—

“Raymond, you’re a monster! You’ll get what’s coming to you. Your own children will pay for your sins!”

Raymond’s brow tightened. For a moment, his heart seized. He abruptly changed his mind. “Forget it. He’s just a dog who bit the hand that fed him. Not worth the trouble.”

He’d never cared about curses before. He’d always believed he’d never have a child. But now, with Citrine in his life—even if Easton’s words were nothing more than drunken spite—he couldn’t quite shake them off.

On the other end, the man hesitated, then ventured cautiously, “Mr. Carmichael… is that really you?”