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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 639
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Chapter 639 Raymond's face was set in stone as he turned to leave, but just then, Clifford and Norton stepped forward.

Norton spoke first. "Mr. Carmichael, we just want to know how Citrine is doing. That's all." Clifford chimed in, his voice anxious. "Please, sir. We're both worried about her. We just want to know if she's all right." The two of them looked at Raymond with pleading eyes, their tone humble, almost desperate, as if they wouldn't leave without an answer.

Raymond's stomach churned with disgust as he looked at them. In his last life, it was Citrine who had saved these two ingrates, yet they had always treated Jeanette like a beloved little sister and hurt Citrine tand again, all for Jeanette's sake.

There wasn't a single decent person in the Iverson family.

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Raymond's stare was icy as he said, "Get out. You don't deserve to see Citrine." Without another word, he signaled for security to throw them out.

The three men-father and sons-stood outside, looking ashen and utterly defeated, like the wind had been knocked right out of them.

"Let's go," Sawyer said quietly, his voice bleak. "Citrine probably doesn't want to see us anyway." Something seemed to flicker across his mind-a sudden realization.

Everything in this life was playing out so differently from before. And it wasn't just them; it almost felt as if Citrine had lived through it all before too.

"But we still don't know how she really is," Norton said, hesitation and worry in his voice.

Clifford nodded, echoing him. "Yeah, Dad. We haven't even seen her. We have to try again. We can't just give up and leave." Sawyer looked at his sons, his tone serious. "Judging by the way Raymond acted just now, Citrine must be out of danger by now." "If she weren't, Raymond wouldn't have just lost his temper. He might have actually killed me," Sawyer added, his face grim.

He knew all too well how much Raymond loved Citrine. As much as it pained him to admit, Raymond truly was a good father.

Norton hesitated. "But Dad, I still want to see her. I have to." Clifford nodded again, his face earnest. too. We let Citrine down in our last life. This time, I want to make things right. After everything that's happened, the least we can do is see her-make sure she's okay." Brothers through and through, Clifford clearly felt the sas Norton.

Sawyer looked at them both for a long moment before speaking. "Have you ever considered that Citrine might not want to see us? She hates everyone in the Iverson family. She has every reason to." The words landed like a heavy blow. Norton and Clifford's faces froze, and for a long time, neither could say a word.

Seeing their reaction, Sawyer went on. "Citrine has lived through all this before. She's cback too." Both Norton and Clifford were stunned speechless.

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Sawyer ignored their shock and continued, "Ever since we accused Citrine of pushing Jeanette, she cut us off completely. She's never looked at any of us the sway again."

As he spoke, memories flashed across Norton and Clifford's om minds-moments they'd ignored or forgotten.

It was true. After that day, Citrine never reached out to Norton again. Even though they stil attended the sschool, she barely acknowledged Clifford's existence. Everything had been set in motion long ago, but they'd been too blind-or too foolish-to see it.

Sawyer's voice was steady as he continued, "Back then, Citrine used to visit Grandfather regularly. She'd help him manage his health, cared for him more than the three of you ever did. But after what happened, she never went to see him again. She didn't even cto his funeral." As Sawyer finished, something clicked for Norton. He remembered things from when their grandfather was ill, and recent news stories he'd seen online.

His gaze darkened as he hesitated, then finally asked, "Citrine is the chairwoman of Viridis Medical Institute and Crestwood Medicamet Research Center, isn't she? So she must have known about Grandfather's chronic illness all along. She was secretly looking after him, wasn't she?"