The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 622

As Sue recalled the past, her face was clouded with resentment. But when she spoke of Citrine, her tone shifted—pride and gratitude were unmistakable in her voice.

Raymond’s heart softened instantly.

His precious daughter was simply too kind for her own good.

When Sue mentioned the company chairwoman’s uncertain fate, her voice caught, and she dabbed at her nose, fighting back tears. “The chairwoman saved my life. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Over the past year, she’s offered me so much guidance. Without her help, there’s no way I could have gone from just an ordinary nurse to head nurse in such a short time.”

Something flickered in Raymond’s eyes as he listened to Sue’s words. He seemed to be putting pieces together.

How could it just be coincidence?

Sue happened to lose her job, and Citrine just happened to give her a spot at the Medical Research Center.

His suspicions felt all but confirmed now.

Citrine must have been given a second chance at life.

It sounded fantastical, but with this explanation, everything suddenly made sense.

In her previous life, Citrine never cut ties with the Iverson family. She never acknowledged him as her father. She fell for Theo, who broke her heart again and again, and the Iversons tormented her for a lifetime with reminders of their so-called kindness. She ended her life at twenty-eight, battered and alone.

But things were different now. This time, Citrine severed all connection with the Iversons and returned to the Carmichael family. She didn’t fall for Theo; in fact, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid him. The debt she owed the Iversons had been repaid in her previous life, so this time around, she owed them nothing. She was free to walk away without guilt or hesitation.

Raymond understood now. Everything finally made sense.

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She saw a little girl, bundled in nothing but a tattered, pilling sweater. The child was curled up on a balcony, hugging herself tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The setting was a run-down old apartment building. The balcony was open to the elements, no windows to keep out the cold.

Outside, snow was falling in thick, silent sheets, covering everything in white. Down in the alley below, people hurried by, bundled in winter coats.

It must have been freezing. The little girl huddled in the corner, her face raw and red from the cold, her exposed skin chapped and swollen with frostbite.

Hilda, who’d grown up in comfort and never witnessed such poverty, could barely stand to look at the child’s injuries. The sight of those angry red welts broke her heart.

It was unbearable.

Just then, the girl let out a weak, shivering sob. “Mommy, where are you? Why aren’t you coming to get me? Is it because you’ve become a star in the sky?”