RedNovelChapter 89 An hour later, the doctor finally emerged.
He removed his mask and gave Raymond a reassuring nod. "The old gentleman's leg was treated professionally before he arrived, and thanks to the prompt care, he's out of danger now." At those words, sof the tension in Raymond's furrowed brow eased.
Remembering his daughter's long, exhausting day, his tone softened a little.
"Citrine, why don't you head hand get srest? I'll stay here and look after things." "All right." Citrine nodded.
Her stomach was already rumbling, and she'd been craving a decent meal. Besides, her grandfather had never been particularly fond of her, and she was in no mood to linger where she wasn't wanted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter leaving the hospital, Citrine made her way to a favorite bistro she frequented.
It was already past seven, and the place was packed, every table bustling with laughter and clinking glasses. Luckily, Citrine was dining solo and didn't have to wait-she slipped right into a newly vacated seat.
She placed her order, then returned to her table and finally pulled out her phone.
It was the first real moment she'd had to herself all day.
Dozens of missed calls and over a hundred unread messages lit up her screen.
Raymond's earlier mention of trending news made her heart sink; she could already guess what it was about.
First, she called her grandfather to check in, then worked her way through the flood of messages.
By the tshe finished replying, the food had begun to arrive. Citrine snapped a quick photo of her meal and sent it to her grandfather before finally digging in.
Halfway through her dinner, a noisy group burst in and took the table directly behind her.
Citrine glanced over with mild interest before turning her attention back to her food.
The newcomers had barely settled before one of them called out, loud and brash, "Where's the manager?" The voice was so assertive it sounded less like a dinner party and more like someone spoiling for a fight. But it had nothing to do with her, so Citrine ignored them and slipped on her headphones, shutting out the commotion.
The manager hustled over, trying to look composed. "What can I get for you?" Mr. Aldridge pulled several thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills from his bag and spread them across the table, flashing a sly grin. "We want Sebastian to personally wait on us tonight. All this is yours." He nudged the cash toward the stunned manager.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe manager stared, wide-eyed, at the money, swallowing hard.
"What? Not enough?" Mr. Aldridge sneered, then added a few more stacks to the pile.
"Will that do?"
"Yes, yes, absolutely! I'll fetch Sebastian right away!" The manager snapped out of his daze, gathered the bills into his arms, and bowed repeatedly to Mr. Aldridge before hurrying off. As soon as he was gone, Mr. Aldridge let out a dismissive snort, then turned to the young woman beside him, his demeanor instantly shifting.
Quentin Aldridge shed his earlier arrogance and spoke gently to Kali Glenwood, "Kalie asked Sebastian to cout and join us. This should cheer you up, right?" Kali's voice was cool and distant, clearly reluctant. "Is this really okay?" Quentin, however, was putty in her hands.
At her mild protest, Quentin bristled. "Why wouldn't it be? That Sebastian should be grateful for your attention. Who does he think he is, turning you down?" "Brother, this isn't right." Kali shifted her gaze to another man at the table, hoping for support.
Theo reached over and ruffled his sister's hair affectionately. "There's nothing wrong with it. Someone as NO wonderful as you deserves anything she wants. No matter what it is, I'll make sure you get it." Kali smiled, touched. She leaned her head against Theo's shoulder. "You're always so good to me." Just then, Sebastian emerged from the back room and locked eyes with Kali.
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