The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 609

Sherman’s eyes welled with tears in an instant.

In her previous life, Sherman had learned that the Iversons and Theo had stolen her kidney to save Jeanette Iverson. The always composed Sherman had lost control—he kidnapped Jeanette, intent on killing her. In the end, the police shot him in the head, ending not only his life but also the reputation he’d spent years building as the leader of the Vermillion Vanguard.

After his death, the internet was flooded with stories condemning him. People spat his name like a curse, and even his old comrades from Vermillion Vanguard refused to attend his funeral.

He’d been a good, upright man, yet because of her, his name was dragged through the mud and he died disgraced.

She owed him everything.

They stood there, holding each other for a long time, oblivious to the eyes on them.

Raymond kept his gaze fixed on Sherman, his expression darkening with every passing second.

Just moments ago, he’d had a good impression of this young captain. Now, though, he couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. Why on earth was this man hugging his daughter in front of everyone?

Hastings and Theo didn’t look any happier than Raymond. Hastings watched the two pressed tightly together, his fists clenching at his sides.

He was a man—he knew how men looked at women. The longing in Sherman’s eyes was all too obvious, a restrained, simmering love.

What stunned him even more was that Citrine wasn’t pulling away.

From the moment he’d met Citrine, she’d always seemed distant, her smiles never reaching her eyes; it was impossible to tell where her real feelings lay.

Yet he’d fallen hopelessly in love with her precisely because of that—she didn’t have to do anything, just standing there was enough to drive him crazy.

He’d thought she treated everyone with the same indifference, that she never truly cared for anyone. But watching her now, looking at Sherman with such warmth, Hastings realized she did have a heart—just not for him.

Theo couldn’t explain it, but something about the sight before him stung. If Hastings weren’t holding him back, he’d have rushed over and torn Citrine away from the man in front of her.

Meanwhile, the veterans present hadn’t seen their Boss in ages. Now, seeing her again, their eyes reddened, some on the verge of tears.

A group of tough men, used to wielding weapons and facing danger, exchanged knowing glances when Sherman hugged the Boss. Then, grinning, they surged forward and enveloped Sherman and Citrine in a bear hug.