The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 578

“Citrine Carmichael? What are you doing here?”

Theo stared at Citrine, surprise flickering across his face.

The moment she appeared, the director and everyone around her straightened and bowed respectfully. “Madam Chair.”

Theo shot her a startled look. “Chairwoman?”

The director glanced at Theo with a smug little smile. “That’s right. She’s the head of our research center.”

Theo’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Chairwoman of CICI Group. Head of Crestwood Medical Research Center. Bestselling author. Just how many hidden identities did Citrine Carmichael have?

She was only eighteen—an age when most people were still fumbling through life, clueless and naive—yet she’d already achieved things most could only dream of. Any one of her titles would be impressive enough on its own, but all together, it was downright shocking.

Before Theo could fully recover, Citrine gave him and the unconscious Jeanette in his arms a frosty glance. Her voice was sharp and cold as steel. “So it’s Mr. Glenwood and…”

Citrine paused deliberately, then smiled, her tone dripping with mockery. “The rapist’s daughter.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Does President Glenwood know you’re here to smash up our research center?”

Theo’s face darkened in an instant.

He glared at Citrine, voice full of venom. “Trying to use my father to scare me? You really think I’d back down?”

Citrine let out a short, biting laugh. “Of course not. Why would Mr. Glenwood be afraid? People without brains never are. Ignorance is bliss, after all.”

Theo stared at her, incredulous and furious. “Who are you calling brainless, Citrine Carmichael? Where do you get off?”

“Duty? Are you serious?” Citrine snorted. “What is this, the Dark Ages? Trying to guilt-trip me with some outdated moral code? Please.”

Theo clenched his jaw, voice shaking with anger. “You’re letting personal grudges get in the way of saving a life. Aren’t you afraid people will say you have no medical ethics?”

Citrine’s lips curled into a cold smile. She actually laughed. “Medical ethics? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Her eyes hardened. “Theo, you should have known before you came here—at our research center, we save lives when we feel like it. If we want to help, we help. If not, we don’t. If you’re trying to guilt-trip us, save your breath. Nobody here, including me, is buying it.”

Theo could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Citrine Carmichael, how can you be so cruel? You’re a doctor. Can you really just stand there and watch a patient die?”

Citrine glanced at the unconscious Jeanette and rolled her eyes dramatically. “If she dies, she dies. What’s that got to do with me?”

“In fact, I’d be thrilled if she did. Just not here—if she dies in our center, we’d have to deal with her body, send her off to the crematorium… Just thinking about it makes me sick.”