The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 610

With a sickening thud, the man in camouflage plummeted from the rooftop, rifle and all.

Raymond’s eyes were wild, bloodshot with terror. He dropped to his knees, clutching his daughter to his chest, desperately pressing his hands to the wound over Citrine’s heart, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.

“Call an ambulance! Now!” His voice broke, raw with panic.

But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he shouted again, “Call the Medical Research Center—tell them to send a team right away!”

The blood was spreading fast, soaking through Citrine’s clothes, turning them crimson. Raymond’s fear grew with every second. So much blood. How could there be so much blood?

Raymond, who had never known fear in his life, was finally tasting it for the first time. He couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen if Citrine didn’t make it.

Sherman, his face twisted with rage, stalked across the room and drove his boot into Talbot’s chest.

“Was it you?” Sherman snarled. “Did you give the order?”

Talbot, already old and frail, crumpled under the blow, his bones seeming to rattle apart. He looked up into Sherman’s murderous glare and, for the first time, felt genuine fear. Swallowing hard, Talbot stammered, “N-no… it wasn’t me.”

Sherman pressed a pistol to Talbot’s temple, voice icy. “Not you? The man in camouflage was your guy. He wouldn’t have moved without your word.”

Talbot shook his head, frantic. “It was because of his brother—your sniper killed him.”

Sherman finally lowered the gun, jaw clenched.

Minutes crawled by until the research center’s ambulance arrived.

The paramedics rushed in, quickly lifting Citrine onto a stretcher and into the back of the van.

As her father, Raymond was the only one allowed to ride with her.