The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 44

He didn't dare imagine what kind of life Citrine had endured all these years with the Iverson family, or what she'd been through.

Raymond was in a foul mood, and his temper showed it.

Adler hesitated. "But sir, you have a very important meeting coming up."

"I don't care how important it is. Reschedule everything. I'm going to pick up my daughter—now."

Raymond's face was icy cold as he strode out, and not a soul in the office dared approach him.

Beatrice, who already knew about the mess online, didn't try to stop him when he came to collect Citrine.

When Citrine was called out of her classroom, she was still in a daze.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking up at Raymond. There was no trace of sadness or distress on her face.

Raymond felt a little of his worry ease.

He'd thought she'd be hiding somewhere, crying her eyes out. Clearly, he'd underestimated her.

"I'm here to take you home," he said, ruffling her hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Citrine stiffened and pulled away, visibly uncomfortable.

Raymond's hand froze in midair. He simply assumed she didn't like people touching her hair, and didn't notice the flicker of panic in her eyes.

During her time with the Iversons, Citrine had often seen them ruffle Jeanette's hair—a gesture adults reserved for children they adored.

But this was the first time anyone had done it for her. For a moment, Citrine felt the warmth of Raymond's affection.

But what did he expect in return?

She lowered her head, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"