The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 415

After Citrine left, a faint ache lingered in Hastings’ chest.

But with Kali still in the hospital, he had no choice but to follow Quentin there.

On the hospital bed, Kali looked deathly pale, her lips drained of all color. His little sister—who’d grown up by his side—now lay listless and frail, as if all the life had been drained from her. Guilt gnawed at Hastings as he took in the scene.

He stepped forward and offered a quiet apology. “I’m sorry, Kali. I’m apologizing on Citrine’s behalf as well.”

Kali forced a gentle, understanding smile. “It’s okay, Hastings. You don’t have to apologize for her. Besides, Citrine didn’t mean any harm. I don’t blame her.”

Quentin couldn’t stand it any longer. He snorted coldly. “How can you not blame her, Kali? It’s obvious that woman is the reason you’re here! If not for her, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this. Honestly, she should be here on her knees begging for forgiveness.”

“Enough. That’s enough.” Hastings’ brow furrowed. Citrine had made a mistake, sure, but Quentin was going too far.

“You’re still defending that woman?” Quentin’s voice rose, bristling with anger. “Hastings, what’s wrong with you? Kali’s the one who’s hurt—your own sister, the one you grew up with! And yet you defend the person who hurt her, right in front of her. Don’t you see how much that could hurt Kali?”

Already on edge, Quentin lost his temper. Without another word, he grabbed Hastings by the collar and punched him hard.

Theo, standing nearby, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, his expression darkening. He barked at them, “Enough! Both of you, knock it off!”

He took a shaky breath, voice laced with urgency. “The blood bank’s running low. We need RH negative blood, and we need it now. Use every connection you have—get the family to mobilize all their resources. I want that blood here within two hours.”

The gravity of the situation hit Hastings and Quentin instantly. They dropped everything and started making frantic calls, reaching out to anyone who might be able to help.

Just then, Jeanette swept in, carrying a basket of fruit.

“Kali, I’m here!”