The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 568

“From here on out, make sure to take your meds as scheduled and get plenty of rest. If all goes well, you should be ready to leave the hospital in about two weeks.”

Hilda looked surprised. “Two weeks?”

“That’s right.” Citrine glanced up at Hilda, sensing her hesitation.

Assuming Hilda thought the hospital stay was too long, Citrine hesitated before adding, “After all, you just had surgery—proper recovery is important. But if you’re worried about getting bored while you’re here, I’ve got some books you can borrow.”

Hilda rushed to explain, “No, it’s not that… I’m not bored at all.”

In fact, she felt the exact opposite. She thought recovering from surgery would mean a two- or three-month stay, not just two weeks. Two weeks felt far too short—hardly enough time to spend with her daughter.

Hilda almost wished the surgery had been more complicated, just so she could stay longer.

That night, Citrine found an empty lounge to rest in.

On a whim, she opened her livestream app again.

As soon as the app loaded, she noticed a notification: 99+ new messages. She clicked through and saw she’d gained nearly a hundred followers, and her inbox was full of private messages.

Citrine tapped a few at random:

“When are you streaming again? I’m waiting!”

“You must be some kind of miracle worker! When’s your next stream? I want to send you a gift.”

“Please go live soon! Can’t wait!”

She smiled at the messages, then decided to start her livestream. Unlike last time, when hardly anyone tuned in, as soon as she went live, viewers flooded into the chat.

“You’re finally back!” someone wrote.

Back in her room, Citrine saw the mother’s message, and then her screen lit up with a shower of virtual gifts.

She stared at the screen, stunned. The single gift from the boy’s mother was worth more than seven thousand dollars.

Citrine was shocked. She hadn’t done anything special—certainly nothing to deserve such a large reward.

She remembered her earlier conversations with the boy; from his words, she could tell his family wasn’t particularly well-off. Seven thousand dollars was probably a huge amount for them. How could she possibly accept it?

She frowned slightly, then spoke up. “I promised my help was free. Please don’t send me gifts—I can’t accept them.”

Quietly, Citrine turned off the donation feature on the streaming platform, then opened the refund page and sent the entire amount back.

Because the platform had kept a portion as a transaction fee, Citrine added, “Once I end the stream, I’ll transfer back the amount the platform deducted. That money is your savings—I can’t take it.”