The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 621

When Raymond learned the surgery still wasn’t over, a shadow crossed his face. Ignoring the nurse’s attempts to stop him, he insisted on waiting right outside the operating room.

While Raymond had been unconscious, the Carmichaels and Hilda had kept vigil in front of the surgery doors, not closing their eyes for a moment. Even Inez, Herschel, and siblings Monica and Wade Saunders had rushed over as soon as they heard.

Everyone looked tense, their faces ashen with worry, the corridor heavy with the silence of dread.

Raymond stood numbly behind the group, his gaze fixed on the glowing “Emergency” sign above the doors. His eyes were rimmed red, his mind spiraling.

Suddenly, an image from his dream forced its way into his thoughts: Citrine, her features twisted in pain, collapsed on a cold linoleum floor, blood everywhere. The fear that gripped him was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

He stared at the tightly shut doors, his eyes growing emptier by the second, until a bump on his shoulder jolted him back to reality.

“Oh, I’m so sorry—are you alright?” The nurse who’d run into him looked apologetic, her uniform crisp and clean.

She recognized him immediately—Citrine’s father. Her tone softened with respect.

Raymond started to reassure her, but then caught a glimpse of her face and froze. His expression shifted.

“Sue?” The name slipped out before he could stop himself.

That face was the same as in his dreams—the nurse who had secretly brought Citrine meals in the hospital at night. The two images merged, dream and reality blurring.

“Oh, I see.”

Since Raymond was the biological father of the research center’s director, Sue’s attitude was naturally respectful. Without hesitation, she shared her story.

“A year ago, when I worked at Glenwood’s hospital, I came across a patient in a really desperate situation. I ended up covering her surgery fees out of my own pocket. But during the operation, she died unexpectedly. After that, her family caused a huge scene at the hospital, saying I shouldn’t have helped her without their permission—and they demanded compensation from me.”

“I didn’t think it was fair, so I tried to explain things to my supervisor. One day, I overheard him talking with the hospital director; they admitted the patient’s death wasn’t an accident, but the result of a doctor’s mistake. I was young and hotheaded back then—so I barged into the office, demanding they clear my name. It was naïve. After I confronted them, they fired me for ‘unauthorized payment of surgery fees leading to an incident.’”

“That’s when your daughter found me. She asked if I wanted to work at the Medical Research Center instead, and I’ve been here ever since.”