The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 562

After leaving the lab, Citrine fought off exhaustion and dragged her weary body to the suite where Raymond and Weston were staying.

By now, Raymond’s condition had grown worse, and both men were coughing badly. Fortunately, their fevers had broken, and their minds were clearing—they were conscious and aware.

It was already late into the night. Only a small bedside lamp lit the suite, and Manley and Travis, who had been taking care of them, were sound asleep on the pull-out beds.

Citrine crept quietly into the room, intending just to check on the two men and leave. But what she didn’t know was that the moment she stepped inside, both Weston and Raymond were already awake.

With the flu, it was hard to get comfortable—sleepless nights came with the territory.

Citrine gently tucked the covers around them, then slipped into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth, planning to wipe the sweat from their brows.

Just as she was about to sit at Raymond’s bedside, he opened his eyes, and at the same time, Weston did too. Both men stared at her, holding their breath and quickly covering their noses and mouths.

Raymond, tense, looked at his daughter. “Citrine, don’t come any closer. You’ll catch this from me.”

Weston chimed in, “He’s right, Citrine. We’re tough old men, we’ll survive. You shouldn’t worry about us—you absolutely can’t risk getting sick.”

Citrine only smiled beneath her mask. “Don’t worry, I’m wearing protection.”

Raymond’s frown deepened. “That’s not enough. This flu is dangerous—it’s taken lives.”

His tone softened. “Please, sweetheart. Listen to me.”

Weston nodded in agreement. “He’s right, Citrine. This illness is brutal. If something happened to you because of us, we’d never forgive ourselves.”

Their stubbornness almost made Citrine laugh. She let out a long sigh, keeping her composure. “No one’s dying. We’ve already developed the medicine. Tomorrow, you’ll take it, and you’ll both be fine.”

“Besides, I just want to wipe the sweat off your faces. Sleeping like this can’t be comfortable—you’ll be up all night.”

Citrine had seen plenty of flu patients and knew how the cold sweats led to restless nights. That’s why she insisted on helping them.