NovelEnglishChapter 233 Several hours later, the doors to the emergency room finally swung open.
"Doctor, how's my daughter?" Raymond rushed forward, grabbing the doctor by the collar, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Calm down, calm down," the male doctor said quickly, startled by Raymond's sudden outburst. "You got her here just in time, and the way you bandaged her wrist beforehand really helped. She's out of danger now, but she'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days under observation." "Thank God," Raymond breathed out, finally letting go of the doctor. The Carmichaels, who had been holding their collective breath, finally relaxed.
When everyone went in to see Citrine in her room, Raymond hung back and sought out the doctor alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How long has my daughter had that wound near her heart?" Raymond asked, his voice grave as he locked eyes with the physician.
The doctor hesitated for a split second, recalling the partially infected scar by the girl's heart. "You mean the gunshot wound about an inch from her heart? Judging by the scar tissue, it's at least three or four years old. It was infected, but we've cleaned it up." He couldn't help remarking, "Your daughter is incredibly lucky-the bullet almost went straight through her." Raymond's expression darkened, but he said nothing more.
Worried that Citrine might wake and not see him, he hurried back to her hospital room.
Citrine lay still on the bed, her face ghostly pale, her body frail and thin-she looked as though she'd lost years of her life in just a few days.
Raymond gazed at his daughter's wasted little face, his heart aching so badly it hurt to breathe. He swore silently that once she was out of the hospital, he'd make sure to nurse her back to full health, no matter what it took.
Here, the doctors could heal the wounds on her body, but no one could mend the pain inside her heart. The thought of nearly losing his daughter chilled Raymond to the bone.
After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Yates Cooper, determined to let him know what had happened.
Less than twenty minutes later, Yates stormed into the hospital.
He didn't say a word—he just marched up to Raymond and punched him hard across the jaw.
Yates grabbed Raymond by the collar, voice hoarse with anger. "Raymond, what the hell did your family do to her? Didn't I tell you if the Carmichaels ever hurt her, I'd never forgive you? Or did you think I was just blowing smoke?" Raymond didn't defend himself. He took the punch without a word.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly after Yates had vented his rage did Raymond finally speak, voice low and heavy. "I'm sorry. I didn't take good enough care of Citrine." Yates had lost his temper, but as the anger ebbed, he turned to face the Carmichael family and explained Citrine's condition in detail.
"Something must have happened recently to remind her of the past.
Citrine's depression on isn't a mild m case-it's severe, with suicidal tendencies. When her mood crashes, she can't control the urge to hurt herself. She can't help it, and neither can anyone else." Manley, his son, and Salall stood there, stunned into silence.
It was only today that the three of them learned Citrine suffered from depression, and to such a dangerous degree.
Before this, the girl had always seemed perfectly normal around them-cheerful, even.
Salthought back to all the times her niece had been there for her, helping with family matters, worrying over her divorce, trying to lift her spirits. Now, knowing the pain Citrine had been hiding, Salfelt a sharp stab of guilt.
What kind of aunt had she been, so wrapped up in her own world that she hadn't even noticed her niece was suffering? She hadn't known Citrine was sick. She hadn't seen the signs. And worst of all, she hadn't been there when Citrine needed her most.
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