NovelEnglishChapter 234 Meanwhile, Manley and Travis looked deeply unsettled, their faces drawn with worry.
Yates turned to the Carmichaels, his tone grave. "Think back-has anything unusual happened to Citrine lately? Has she done anything out of the ordinary? If we start there, maybe we'll find a clue." Weston considered for a moment, then spoke first. "Citrine cwithto Elbert's birthday party recently. At the party, Elbert wasn't exactly kind to her..." As Weston spoke, he recounted the harsh words Elbert had directed at Citrine, along with the gossip and whispered judgments from other guests.
"Do you think something someone said could have upset her?" he asked Yates earnestly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYates listened and shook his head with certainty. "No. Those comments were petty but harmless. They wouldn't have hurt Citrine." Raymond took his turn, recounting in detail how Phelps and sof the younger Jensen family members had clooking for Citrine.
Again, Yates shook his head.
A heavy silence fell. Then, suddenly, Weston's eyes lit up. "Wait-on Regina's insistence, Citrine played a piano piece at the party that night." The moment Weston spoke, both Yates and Raymond's expressions changed.
Yates's mind flashed back to their tabroad. His face grew serious. After a moment's pause, he spoke. "When we were overseas, someone sent Citrine several pianos. Each tshe saw them, she'd completely lose control- once, she even smashed them to pieces. She absolutely hates the piano. She can't even bear to look at one, let alone play. How could you let her near it?" "I'm sorry. I should've taken better care of her," Raymond said, his face ashen.
A memory surfaced-of the piano teacher in Citrine's dreams, someone with sinister intentions. Suddenly, everything made sense.
Weston was stunned. He hadn't realized this was the reason. Guilt gnawed at him. If only he'd stopped her from playing that day, maybe none of this would have happened.
Seeing the Carmichaels all lost in remorse, Yates simply urged them, "You absolutely can't let her be triggered again." Though this was Yates's first tmeeting Citrine's biological family, he could sense how much they cared. Their concern was genuine, their love unmistakable.
He felt reassured and continued, "Citrine doesn't want to accept my hypnotherapy. But you're her family. With your care, maybe she'll slowly heal from the past and stop hurting herself." Raymond looked down at his daughter's pale face, his voice steady with resolve. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Citrine." All day, the Carmichaels stayed by Citrine's side, never leaving her for a moment and praying that she'd wake soon.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFinally, as night fell, Citrine began to stir.
"What happened to me?" she murmured, trying to sit up.
Raymond was at her side in an instant, gently pressing her backdown. His voice was softer than she'd ever heard it. "Citrine, you need ever to rest now. Please, just lie back and take it easy."
She looked at him, confused by the concern in his eyes Whahappened? Why am I in a hospital?" The last thing she remembered was stepping into the shower. Everything after that was a blank.
It was as if her memory had been wiped clean. Raymond glanced at Yates, startled.
Yates simply gave him a subtle look, silently urging him not 1 not to press m further. Raymond understood the message and said nothing more.
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