NovelXXXChapter 401 After returning from the hospital, Raymond Carmichael called a meeting of the entire Carmichael family at their home.
He looked pale as a sheet, lips drained of all color, and so weak that even standing seemed to take effort.
His father, Weston Carmichael, caught sight of Raymond's condition and paused, concern flickering in his eyes. "What happened to you?" "I'm fine." Raymond's voice was hoarse from the recent surgery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSalCarmichael, recalling the urgent group text Raymond had sent earlier, asked, "Ray, did you call us back because something happened at the company?" Everyone except Citrine had gathered-Travis Carmichael included. At Salome's question, all eyes turned to Raymond.
He spoke, slowly and deliberately: "The company's fine. There's just something important about it that I need to tell you all." He drew a steadying breath. "I've transferred all my shares to Citrine. I intend for her to becthe next head of the Carmichael Group." "This is something I should have told you sooner, but things have been hectic at work these past six months, so I kept putting it off." He finished in one go, bracing himself for the backlash he was certain would come.
But Travis, ever the easygoing one, jumped in without missing a beat. "Uncle Ray, I support your decision. Sis is smart and capable-she's exactly who should be running the company." "I agree," Manley Carmichael added, the corners of his mouth curving up. For once, he found Raymond agreeable. He'd always worried that if Raymond had more children, he might treat Citrine unfairly. Now, hearing this, Manley was finally at ease.
"I support you too, Ray," Salchimed in without hesitation.
To her, Citrine wasn't just a niece; she was her guiding light. If not for Citrine, Salmight never have found the strength to leave her miserable marriage, nor embraced a second chance at life.
The only one who hadn't spoken was Weston. Raymond couldn't read his father's thoughts. Weston had always wanted a male heir for the company, but when Travis proved unreliable, he'd turned his hopes to Vicente and Regina, the other Carmichael siblings.
Raymond frowned and looked at his father. "Dad, what do you think?" Weston met his eldest son's gaze and nodded solemnly. "Citrine is not only your daughter-she's my only granddaughter. I have no objections to her inheriting the company." He paused, then added, "She's clever and sharp. I'm sure she'll do just as well as any of us, if not better." After all these years together, Weston had grown deeply fond of his granddaughter. He felt confident entrusting the family business to her.
"Dad... You really don't object?" Raymond was visibly surprised. He hadn't expected Weston to agree so readily.
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Weston shot him a knowing look. "Of course I don't. Citrine is my flesh and blood-don't think I can't tell the difference. Besides, that girl saved my life." "Even if you hadn't brought this up today, I was planning to leave her my shares and give her the company myself."
Though he often bickered with her, the old man had a genuine affection for his granddaughter Notjust because she'd on m once saved him, but because she had a good heart, always willing to spend twith him and listen to his stories. It was rare to find a young person so lively, so filial, so willing to care for her elders.
Since Citrine had cinto his life, Weston often felt as if she were a gift from above a source of pride and a patch for the holes left in his own youth. "Thank you, Dad," Raymond said, his voice thick with emotion.
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