The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 638

Raymond and Hilda stopped in their tracks at the exact same moment.

Both of them had just witnessed Citrine’s entire life in a dream. The overwhelming pain of Citrine’s past life—all of it could be traced back to the handful of people standing here.

And the chief culprit was Sawyer.

Raymond couldn’t wrap his head around it. How could anyone treat a kind-hearted girl like Citrine so cruelly? Did Sawyer’s family have any shred of decency left?

“Raymond!” Sawyer, who had been desperately searching for Citrine’s hospital room, suddenly spotted him and hurried over, a look of relief flashing in his eyes.

He rushed forward, grabbing Raymond’s arm with anxious hands. “Where’s Citrine? Please, let me see her. I just want to know if she’s alright.”

Raymond’s expression turned icy, and he was just about to shove Sawyer away when Hilda beat him to it. Without hesitation, she slapped Sawyer hard across the face.

Her eyes were red with fury and resentment as she glared at him. “You’ve got the nerve to mention Citrine? You think you deserve to even say her name?”

She shot a scathing look at the three people before her, her voice cold and sharp. “Listen to me, Sawyer. As long as I’m alive in Crestwood, you’ll never have a place here. I’ll make damn sure of that.”

Sawyer knew full well he was scum, and he didn’t even try to defend himself. He just stood there, letting Hilda vent her rage.

When Hilda finally finished, Sawyer spoke, his tone serious and steady. “I need to see Citrine.”

Raymond let out a bitter laugh, clenching his jaw in contempt. “Who do you think you are? What right do you have to see my daughter? I told you before—don’t ever show your face to me or my daughter again. Or have you already forgotten?”

Sawyer’s gaze darkened. He knew he had no right, but right now, all that mattered was knowing if Citrine was okay.

He had failed her once in a past life; this time, he would do anything to make it right.

“I’m begging you, please,” Sawyer’s voice trembled, raw and pleading. “I just want to know how she’s doing.”

“You’re disgusting,” Raymond spat, a wave of nausea rising in his chest. Without another word, he swung his fist, landing it squarely on Sawyer’s face.