The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 65

At Havencrest Prime Medical Center, the best minds in medicine were gathered in the conference room, their faces drawn with concern as they discussed Raymond's condition. Hours passed, but their debate led nowhere—no one had answers.

Meanwhile, Raymond lay inside one of the hospital's newest diagnostic machines, undergoing yet another round of tests. The results, as always, came back completely normal.

Calvin adjusted his glasses, his tone grave. "Raymond, you haven't had any heart pain for months. Why did it suddenly flare up again?"

It had been several months since Raymond's last episode, and Calvin had hoped the worst was behind them.

Raymond searched his memory, trying to recall anything unusual in his recent life. He finally replied, his voice even, "I'm not sure. Ever since Citrine came back, I haven't felt that kind of pain in a long time."

Calvin rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated.

"What exactly happened the day your heart acted up? Walk me through it," he pressed.

"I spent the whole day at work, nothing special. The only event was the family dinner at the Carmichael estate that evening—I brought Citrine with me to the old house."

As Raymond spoke, a realization seemed to dawn on him. "That night, Citrine and my father got into an argument and she left early. He was furious. When I ran outside to look for her, she was already gone. That's when the pain started."

Calvin's suspicions deepened. "Was your daughter especially upset that night compared to usual?"

"Yeah." Raymond nodded, the memory clear now.

Every time Citrine's emotions ran high, his heart trouble seemed to flare up in tandem.

It was ridiculous—like some bizarre father-daughter psychic bond.

Calvin had never encountered a case this baffling; there probably weren't more than a handful like it in the entire country. He'd only ever seen anything like it in novels or TV dramas.

Calvin sighed. "If you want to get to the bottom of this, maybe the answer lies with your daughter."