The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 627

Raymond’s vision went black. His entire body began to tremble violently.

It felt as if something had lodged in his throat. He paused, struggling to steady his voice. “Doctor… My daughter’s going to be all right, isn’t she?”

He forced each word out, each syllable tearing at his heart.

He stared at the doctor in the white coat, refusing to accept what was happening.

Hilda arrived just in time to catch the doctor’s words. Her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Monica and Wade rushed over, supporting her on either side.

Once she managed to stand, Hilda took a shaky breath. Her eyes were sharp, almost piercing, as she fixed the male doctor with her gaze. “Mourn? Mourn for what? I don’t understand.”

Both Raymond and Hilda stared at the doctor, their eyes heavy with dread, leaving him at a complete loss.

Citrine wasn’t just the chairwoman of their research center—she was its brightest mind. Delivering this news, the doctor’s own heart ached.

He let out a long, weary sigh and gently patted Raymond’s shoulder. His voice was low and rough. “President Carmichael, we did everything we could. I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

With that, the doctor, eyes glistening red, turned and left the hallway as if he couldn’t bear another second.

His assistant lingered for a moment, glancing nervously at the crowd outside the emergency room. “Everyone… you may go in and… say goodbye.”

It was as if the life drained from both the Carmichaels and the Saunders in that instant.

“No… No, this can’t be…” Raymond’s mind was a blank void, a searing pain radiating from his heart and flooding through his limbs.

Forcing himself to move, he was the first to stagger inside.

A white sheet covered the figure on the bed, pulled tight from head to toe, not even a hand exposed.

The sight made Raymond falter. He caught himself against a table, barely staying upright.

He approached, hands shaking, and lifted the edge of the sheet.

Beneath it, his daughter’s eyes were closed, her face drained of all color, as if every trace of life had vanished.