NovelFinishChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Please, callCitrine. 'Miss Carmichael' makesfeel 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 becone 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.
Ismael chuckled indulgently. "Of course, of course. You're definitely not missing him, Miss." Citrine: "..." After a little while, Citrine couldn't hold back anymore. Gathering her courage, she finally asked, "Ismael, why hasn't Raymond chthese past few days?" Much as she hated to admit it, she had to face the strange emptiness she'd been feeling in his absence.
Thinking back on all the ways Raymond had been good to her, a sour ache welled up inside her.
Ever since she'd left the old manor without saying goodbye, Raymond hadn't chonce.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat realization hit her hard.
Was he upset because she'd argued with Weston in front of everyone? After all, Weston was his father, and she'd embarrassed the old man. Raymond would be angry, wouldn't he? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.
A wave of sadness washed over Citrine, dragging her mood down.
Ismael, noticing her gloom, quickly guessed what was on her mind.
"Miss, please don't worry yourself," he said gently. "Mr. Carmichael has been at the hospital these past few days." "It's not that he doesn't want to chome."
Citrine's eyes widened, concern flickering across her face. The m hospital? Is he sick?"
"It's nothing serious, just an old condition acting up," Ismael m reassured her, Held worked for the her, Carmichael family for over a decade, and was familiar with Raymond's situation. "Do you know which hospital he's at, Ismael?" Citrine pressed, still uneasy.
"Havencrest PrMedical Center," he answered without hesitation.
By now, the warning Raymond had given him to keep this from Citrine was long forgotten.
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