NovelXXXChapter 616 As the conversation went on, the nurse's anger boiled over until she was muttering curses under her breath.
"Unbelievable. One's her father, the other her boyfriend, and I honestly can't figure out what their hearts are made of. Their own daughter and girlfriend just lost a kidney-she barely made it out alive-and neither of them bothered to visit, let alone send someone to look after her. Instead, they spent all their tfussing over that other woman—the one who's perfectly fine, bouncing around, could've left the hospital days ago. Are they blind or just heartless?" "Bastards, both of them. I've never seen a father or boyfriend act like this. People like that don't deserve to live." The nurse's words spilled out in rapid-fire bursts, like a machine gun-she just couldn't stop herself.
A few days later, Theo and Sawyer showed up to take Jeanette home. It was as if Citrine no longer existed to them; they left her completely on her own in that hospital room.
Once she felt strong enough, Citrine handled her own discharge paperwork and left the hospital by herself. Raymond's consciousness had been following Citrine the whole time.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter leaving, Citrine returned to her apartment. The place was shrouded in darkness, everything decorated in somber shades. Thick curtains blocked out every trace of sunlight, making the rooms feel stifling and oppressive. Raymond felt it as soon as he entered-he couldn't see a thing.
But Citrine moved through the gloom as if she'd lived in it forever, making her way straight to the balcony without hesitation.
Raymond followed.
He caught up just in tto see her light a cigarette. She stood in the darkness, facing the night, her silhouette narrow and fragile. The ember at her fingertips glowed and faded, red and then gone, flickering in the haze of smoke curling around her. Whatever she was feeling, her face didn't betray a thing.
The heaviness in the air settled over Raymond like a weight. Just watching her, he could feel the pain pressing down on that small frame.
What was she thinking, standing there in the dark? Raymond kept her company for as long as she stood on that balcony, sharing her silent vigil until the sky began to lighten.
At dawn, Citrine pulled out her phone and dialed a number—no name, just a string of digits. Raymond had no idea who she was calling.
He heard her say, "Schedule the experiment for tomorrow." On the other end, someone grew agitated, their voice rising, desperate to talk her out of it.
But Citrine didn't give them the chance-she hung up almost immediately.
Afterwards, she curled up and slept deeply-a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep that lasted an entire day and night.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe next morning, Raymond followed her to the Medical Research Center.
At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming Citrine had work to do in the lab. But when he entered and glanced over at the bed in the next room, he froze. His eyes went wide.
There, lying in the hospital bed, was someone with his face. No-that wasn't just someone. That was him.
What was going on? Why was he there? Raymond barely had tto process it before he heard Citrine's voice, tense with argument. He pushed aside his confusion and hurried to her side.
Citrine was in the middle of a heated debate.
Her voice was steady and resolute: "Nathanael, you don't have to say another word I have to do this experiment." Nathanael, always so respectful,
was now shouting at her in desperation. "Chairwoman, I know this project is your lifework, but you can't risk your own life for it! We should wait-wait for someone to volunteer for the clinical trial." ||
Citrine's brow was furrowed, her tone icy calm. "Nathanael, it's been three years since we put out the call. No oneli's coming. Just the phrase 'artificial heart' is enough to Scare most people away." She paused, her voice dropping to a grave note. "Besides, Raymond can't wait any longer. His heart is failing."
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