NovelEnglishChapter 88 He clung even tighter to Citrine's sleeve, refusing to let go no matter what.
"The car's billowing black smoke-if you go back, it could explode any second. It's too dangerous!" "If I don't, he'll die." Citrine pried the old man's hand off her arm, her jaw set, and turned back toward the wreck.
The driver inside the car was in even worse shape than the old man. From the looks of it, he was barely clinging to life.
Citrine didn't waste a second. She tore strips from her shirt and used them to bandage the driver's wounds, staunching the bleeding as best she could.
Only once she'd done everything she could did she start to drag him out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, the shrill wail of an ambulance cut through the chaos. Paramedics rushed over, quickly taking Citrine's place and carefully pulling the driver to safety.
Without hesitating, Citrine climbed into the ambulance and rode with them to the hospital.
Raymond saw the breaking news at work, and his heart nearly stopped. Grabbing his car keys, he tore out of the office and sped to the hospital, cutting what should have been a thirty-minute drive down to ten.
The whole way, he prayed silently: Please, let Citrine be safe.
He ran the entire way inside, not breathing easy until he saw Citrine-Alicia— sitting unharmed outside the ICU. Bored from waiting, Citrine had just stood up to go buy something to eat when she suddenly found herself staring into a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Raymond's eyes were wild and red, like a cornered animal's; for a second, Citrine saw something fierce and dangerous flicker there-so unlike his usual stoic self.
On instinct, she took several steps back as he strode toward her.
Raymond didn't seem to notice her retreat. He rushed forward and wrapped her tightly in his arms.
"I'm so sorry. I should have csooner." Raymond's voice was shaking.
For the first time, Citrine realized how shaken he really was. She let him hold her, waiting until his breathing steadied before gently patting his back, trying to reassure him. Then she asked softly, "Are you okay?" "I saw the news-the car was in flames. I thought you might have gotten hurt trying to help." Raymond finally let go, his eyes slowly returning to normal.
"I'm fine," Citrine said, hearing the worry in his voice and feeling a little awkward. She explained, "It was Weston who was in the accident." Raymond stared at her, silent.
Thinking he was worried about Weston, Citrine added, "Don't worry, he's alright." Raymond's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he finally spoke.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I thought you didn't even like Weston. Why did you risk your life to save him?" He'd seen the reports-how the car was about to explode, how Citrine had thrown herself into danger for Weston. The thought of what might have happened if the car had blown up while she was inside made his blood run cold.
Even though it was his own father trapped in that car, Raymond's first thought-if he was honest-had been for Citrine's safety.
It took Citrine a while to answer.
"He's your father." Raymond paused, something cracking open inside his chest.
Citrine went on softly, "If anything happened to him, im, you'd bdevastated. "I don't want you to be sad." Raymond stared at her, those words echoing again and again in his heart.
He couldn't help but ruffle her hair, a small, shaky smile tugging at his lips. "You little fool." "No matter what happens, your safety will always cfirst."
"Okay." Citrine's reply was barely above a whisper. She quickly dowered her eyes, hiding the storm of emotion swirling within them.
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