The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 64

Citrine agreed without a second thought.

"I'll let HR know, and just so you're aware, our company has an employee assistance program. If an employee or their family gets sick, or someone's expecting a baby, or there's any kind of family emergency, you can always apply for support from us."

"Thank you, Miss Carmichael." Carlotta's eyes filled with tears instantly, and before she could stop herself, they spilled over—like pearls slipping off a broken string.

All these years, no matter how hard things got, she'd never shed a single tear. But now, faced with such genuine kindness, Carlotta simply couldn't hold it in.

Citrine saw her crying and, for a moment, felt completely at a loss.

Awkwardly but sincerely, she reached out and dabbed at Carlotta's tears, trying to comfort her despite her lack of experience. "Don't worry, your brother's going to be okay. And if you need anything, just ask me. Really—anything at all."

"Thank you so much, Miss Carmichael." Carlotta could barely find the words.

"Please, call me Citrine. ‘Miss Carmichael' makes me feel ancient," Citrine said with a wry smile, feeling like she'd aged ten years just hearing the title.

"Thank you, Citrine."

For Carlotta, this had become one of the rare, genuinely happy days in her life. Even the bleak days before seemed to hold a glimmer of hope now.

After her last class that afternoon, Citrine headed home. Raymond still hadn't returned.

That evening, after dinner, Citrine did something out of the ordinary—she sat in the living room to watch TV.

She put on a suspense thriller, one of the most talked-about blockbusters of the year. But even though the plot was gripping, Citrine couldn't focus at all.

Every now and then, her gaze would drift toward the front door, her mind wandering.

"Miss, are you missing Mr. Carmichael?" Ismael had been quietly observing her, and now he smiled, clearly amused.

She really was both adorable and stubborn—just like Mr. Carmichael.

"I… I am not missing him," Citrine stammered, her expression a little flustered.