The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 546

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Before the housekeeper could even greet the visitor, Sawyer barged inside, brushing past her.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed, startled by his sudden entrance.

Sawyer didn’t even spare her a glance. He strode straight toward Raymond, who was sitting on the sofa.

He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days—his face unshaven, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.

Even Raymond needed a moment to recognize him. His brows drew together in surprise. “Sawyer?”

Sawyer seemed half-mad. He seized Raymond by the collar, desperation written all over his face. “Where’s Citrine? Where is she?”

Raymond’s eyes turned cold in an instant. He slapped Sawyer’s hand away with a sharp motion and replied icily, “You don’t deserve to say her name.”

Just hearing Sawyer utter his daughter’s name made Raymond’s blood boil. He lowered his voice, barely containing his anger. “If you’ve got something to say, we’ll talk outside. Don’t disturb my daughter.”

Sawyer seemed to realize something then. He forced himself to calm down.

“Outside,” Raymond repeated, his voice low and firm.

They stepped out onto the garden patio, the air heavy with tension.

Once he was sure that Citrine was safe, Sawyer’s frantic energy faded, replaced by a brittle exhaustion. He looked at Raymond and asked quietly, “How is she?”

Raymond didn’t answer. His jaw clenched; then, without warning, he swung and landed a hard punch across Sawyer’s face.

He spat out the words, venomous, “You have the nerve to ask about Citrine? If it weren’t for you and that viper Aline insisting Dick become Citrine’s piano teacher, none of this would’ve happened.”

Raymond’s fury was relentless—he threw punch after punch, not holding back in the least.

Sawyer didn’t fight back. He let the blows land, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.