NovelFinishChapter 69 The next morning, Calvin arrived at the hospital bright and early.
He took his tinspecting every corner of the room before finally letting his gaze settle on Raymond, who was lying in bed. "Where's my niece?" "She's at school," Raymond replied, eyes glued to his laptop screen, not sparing Calvin even a glance.
Calvin didn't seem bothered by the cold reception and ventured with a hint of hope, "She's got real talent. Has she ever considered going into medicine?" Raymond glanced up, immediately seeing through Calvin's intentions.
Back home, Calvin had plenty of connections in the medical field. His mentor was none other than Professor Oliver, the most renowned medical expert in the country.
Both Calvin and Professor Oliver were known for spotting and nurturing talent. Calvin secretly hoped that Citrine might one day apprentice under Professor Oliver.
After all, with a nlike that behind her, Citrine would have a limitless future in medicine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond paused his typing, though he didn't answer right away. Thinking of Citrine's independent streak, he finally said, "That's up to her. Whatever she decides to pursue is her own choice. I won't interfere." Hearing this, Calvin dropped the subject.
*** That afternoon, after school, someone approached Citrine and handed her a note. The message invited her to meet at a restaurant just outside the school's east gate.
Curiosity piqued, Citrine turned the note over in her hand before deciding to go.
Meanwhile, in a private dining room at the designated restaurant, the entire Iverson family had already gathered.
"Are you sure Citrine's going to come?" Sawyer asked impatiently, recalling how Citrine had blocked his number and deleted him from all her contacts.
"Relax, Dad," Clifford reassured him, looking confident-though Sawyer failed to notice the guilt flickering in his son's eyes.
Sawyer checked his watch. Deciding it was almost time, he fixed Norton and Clifford with a stern look. "Remember what I said: you both owe Citrine an apology. You misunderstood her, and this time, I want you to make it right." Then he turned to Jeanette, his tone harsher than she'd ever heard. "You, too. You're going to apologize to your sister properly. Otherwise, don't bother calling yourself my daughter." "I'll apologize," Jeanette muttered, visibly reluctant, but Sawyer's chilly attitude toward her lately left her little choice.
The scandal involving Citrine and Jeanette had been trending at the top of social media for days, and the Iverson family's best efforts and money-couldn't bury the story.
Because of it, Jeanette's reputation at school had taken a nosedive. Even her teachers whispered behind her back.
She'd never experienced humiliation like this before. If she'd had any other way out, apologizing would have been the last thing on her mind.
A few minutes later, Citrine arrived at the private room.
The moment she opened the door, she understood exactly what was going on.
Aline was the first to greet her, plastering on a smile as she hurried over. "Citrine, you're finally here. We were just waiting for you." She wrapped an arm around Citrine's shoulders in a show of forced affection, beaming as if they were close. Citrine's expression soured, her stomach twisting in disgust.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Get off me," she snapped, stepping back and brushing Aline's hand away. Aline stumbled against the door with a noisy thud.
"Citrine, honey, I know you're still angry at me," Aline whimpered, clutching her lower back and dabbing at imaginary tears.
Citrine shot her a look and let out a cold laugh.
Crocodile tears.
"If you calledhere just to put on this show, I'm not Without anotherested.m word, Citrine spun on her heel and headed for the door.
pecin an Seeing her about to leave, Aline's demeanor changed in an instant. She quickly wiped away her fake tears, her face hardening.
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