RedNovelChapter 94 Regina was seething inside, clenching her teeth in frustration, but she had no choice but to keep it to herself.
"Aunt, letdo it," she said, forcing a polite smile as she approached and took the bowl of soup from Salome's hands.
Sitting skillfully at the edge of the old man's bed, Regina coaxed him gently, "Grandpa, why don't you try a little soup first?" After a moment, she continued softly, "Please don't be upset. It's Sunday, so maybe Citrine just overslept. I'm sure she didn't mean to miss your visit." "She just doesn't want to see me," the old man-Weston-huffed, but there was no real anger in his voice.
He might have been annoyed, but remembering that girl had once saved his life, he let the matter drop. Regina's words, however, made Raymond's expression darken. He shot her a cold, warning look, his tone icy enough to chill the air. "Regina, have you forgotten what I told you last time?" The threat in his voice was clear, and everyone in the room picked up on it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRegina felt a shiver run down her spine under his gaze. She looked at him nervously. "N-no, I haven't forgotten." Raymond was the one calling the shots in the Carmichael family now. Regina hated him with every fiber of her being, but she didn't dare cross him. Raymond had little affection even for his own family, let alone the two of them, who were only adopted by the Carmichaels.
Raymond's eyes stayed cold as he looked at her, his mind already set: these two had to go.
Vicente and Regina, the brother and sister, had always acted above their station -emboldened by Weston's blatant favoritism. He treated them better than his own blood, fueling their ambition and giving them ideas well beyond their place.
The rest of the Carmichaels regarded the siblings as little more than court jesters -nobody took them seriously. Weston glanced at Regina but, this time, didn't speak up for her.
He spoiled Vicente and Regina, but he wasn't blind to their flaws.
After the others had left the hospital room, Weston turned to Raymond in a low voice. "What about her?" "Citrine?" Raymond was caught off guard for a second.
Weston nodded, albeit reluctantly.
"She doesn't want to come," Raymond said flatly. Thinking of the old man's attitude toward Citrine, his voice grew colder. "Besides, you never liked her anyway her staying away just keeps her out of your sight." Weston gave a disgruntled snort, clearly uncomfortable. "When did I ever say I didn't like her?" The old man glared, stubborn as ever.
"Are you really going to play the victim now?" Raymond almost laughed, surprised by this side of his father-it was the first the'd seen the old man act so unreasonable.
But he quickly understood what was really going on.
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With a sigh, Raymond said, "Dad, when Citrine first cback, youn refused to acknowledge her. Now you've changed your mind, but she might not be so quick to accept you." Raymond knew his daughter well.
She might seem gentle, but once she made up her mind, she was impossible to sway. She alwaysm responded to others exactly as they ΕΥ treated her-she didn't even indulge him, her own father, let alone a grandfather who had once rejected her. That thought weighed heavily on Raymond's heart.
He said coldly, "When I first met Citrine, I didn't want to acknowledge her either, because she never wanted to accept me. Even now, she's never called'Dad'." The memory stung more than he wanted to admit. That girl could really hold a grudge. If you left a bad impression on her the first time, it was nearly impossible to win her over again.
Even now, he couldn't honestly say how much he really mattered to Citrine.
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