The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 402

Weston gave a dismissive snort. “She’s my granddaughter. Of course I’m on her side. No need to thank me.”

After a moment, he continued, “There was a time I worried that if you had other kids, you might not treat Citrine the same. Looks like I shouldn’t have doubted you—no one could ask for a better father than you’ve been to her.”

Raymond paused, caught off guard by Weston’s words.

If even Weston had worried about that, it was no wonder Citrine, sensitive as she was, might have had similar fears. A pang of regret hit Raymond—he wished he’d picked up on her concerns sooner.

After a long silence, Raymond finally spoke up in front of everyone. “I don’t want another wife or more children. For me, there will only ever be Citrine.”

He looked them all in the eye. “I had a vasectomy.” His tone left no room for doubt.

The whole Carmichael family stared at him in stunned silence.

Everyone knew how much Raymond adored Citrine, but no one had expected he’d go this far.

Salome blinked. “Wow, you really love her.”

Manley, at a loss for words, simply clapped Raymond on the shoulder. “That’s real guts,” he said gruffly.

Weston kept quiet, but his expression was conflicted.

Citrine didn’t find out about any of this until a month later—Travis let it slip one afternoon.

She didn’t even bother asking for time off. Furious, she jumped in her car and sped straight to Carmichael Enterprises.

Everyone at the company recognized Citrine. Seeing her storming through the lobby with fire in her eyes, not a single soul dared to stop her.

Meanwhile, heated voices echoed from inside Raymond’s office.

“Raymond, what the hell were you thinking?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“You’re the CEO of Carmichael Enterprises! Have you completely lost your senses? Ever consider thinking about yourself for once?”

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The office gossips couldn’t resist; a few crept up to the door, pressing their ears to the wood, desperate to find out what had driven the company’s golden girl into such a fury.

Just then, Adler returned from a meeting. Spotting the cluster of employees at the boss’s door, he strode over and cleared his throat. “What are you all doing here?”

The group quickly scattered from the doorway.

Adler, too preoccupied to care, swung the door open and walked right in—then froze in his tracks, stunned by what he saw. The employees peering in behind him went wide-eyed.

There sat Miss Carmichael, arms crossed, perched in Raymond’s executive chair, looking cool and unapproachable, her icy glare enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. And their all-powerful President Carmichael? He stood meekly by her side, looking for all the world like a scolded schoolboy.

At that exact moment, Raymond turned to Citrine with a pleading look.

“Sweetheart, Daddy was wrong. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

No one in their wildest dreams could have imagined the company’s legendary boss, who ruled with an iron fist, would ever soften his voice and beg for forgiveness—from his daughter, no less.

Was this really their boss?