The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 611

She was probably going to die, yet in that moment, Citrine felt strangely happy.

Holding Raymond’s hand, she managed a smile.

“Dad, if I die, don’t be sad.”

“And please—tell Mom that I never blamed her. Not even once.”

Raymond’s heart twisted painfully. “Don’t say things like that, sweetheart. You’re not going to die. You have to keep fighting.”

“And as for Hilda—” his voice softened, “I think she’d be happier if you told her those things yourself.”

But Citrine barely had any strength left. As Raymond finished speaking, she slipped away from consciousness entirely.

“Citrine?” Raymond froze, panic icing through his veins.

“What’s happening? What’s wrong with her?” He spun around and barked at the paramedics in the back of the ambulance, his voice so cold and low it sent chills through everyone.

The paramedics hurried over, quickly checking Citrine’s vitals. It was only after confirming she was still breathing that they breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Carmichael, she’s passed out from the pain, but her breathing is steady. Please try not to worry.”

But how could he not worry? Raymond’s heart was lodged in his throat, barely able to beat.

After what felt like forever—though it was only fifteen minutes—the ambulance finally reached the research center.

Nathanael had already arranged everything for the emergency surgery.

There was no time to lose; a team of doctors immediately whisked Citrine away to the operating room.

Raymond stood pale as a ghost outside the doors, looking like the very life had been drained from him.

Nathanael watched him, unable to bear the sight. He reached out, gently patting Raymond’s shoulder in comfort.