RankNovelChapter 112 The display cabin the Iverson family hwas filled with Jeanette's awards and certificates, tracing her achievements from childhood all the way up. Most were for second or third place, and swere little more than participation ribbons, but Sawyer treasured them all, carefully arranging each one as if it were gold.
Citrine used to dream of having a cablike that for herself. But when she'd asked, Sawyer brushed her off with a flimsy excuse about there not being enough space in the house.
She remembered a competition when Jeanette chin tears because she hadn't won anything. That time, Citrine had actually placed, and she'd run to Sawyer, beaming. "Dad, look! I won an award!" Instead of celebrating with her, Sawyer lost his temper.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe snapped, "Keep your mouth shut. What's there to brag about with ssilly prize? Can't you see your sister's upset? How can you be so insensitive?" He wasn't done. His voice went cold: "I don't ever want to see you waving your certificates around this house again." Sawyer's face was more severe than Citrine had ever seen. The scolding frightened her so much that she never brought hanother certificate.
Now, standing in front of this wall covered in awards, Citrine's eyes stung. She whispered, "In the Iverson family, there was never room for my achievements." Raymond's expression darkened, his voice sharp with anger. "That's the damn Iversons for you." Citrine couldn't help but laugh, genuine and light. "This is the first tI've ever seen a wall covered with my own awards. It feels... really good." She looked at Raymond with sincerity. "Thank you, Raymond." She could feel how much he cared about her. "I'm your father. You're my daughter. No need for thanks," Raymond said with a chuckle, amused by her formality.
In that moment, Citrine found herself wishing from the bottom of her heart that he would always be this kind. But then something seemed to trouble her; her smile faded and she looked away.
After a pause, she said quietly, "But someday, you'll have children of your own." She glanced aside, unable to hide the hint of sadness in her eyes.
Raymond's heart clenched. Maybe it was sfather-daughter intuition, but he could sense how much this bothered her.
He thought for a moment, then grew serious. "You'll always be my only daughter. I'm never going to have any other children." "Okay," Citrine replied, though she didn't really believe him. She knew that one day he'd probably have a wife, and children would follow-it was only natural. Who knew if he'd turn out just like Sawyer? Still, Raymond's words filled her with a kind of joy she'd never known before. Her whole body seemed to hum with happiness.
Raymond could tell Citrine was in high spirits that day. Maybe her mood rubbed off on him, because when he went to work the next morning, nothing could bring him down.
Even when an employee's mistake cost the company millions, Raymond didn't say a word about it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy midday, the Carmichael Group's internal chat was in full meltdown.
Yvette: "Oh my god, did the boss take happy pills today? He's being so gentle- it's freakingout!"
Laboris Fortuna: "Heard the director's blunder cost the company millions and President/Carmichael didn't even get mad. Something's seriously off."
FortuneFlow: "First tseeing President Carmichael like this. m Honestly, I'm kind of scared. [nervous emoji]"
Diligence Crowns All: "Do you think President Carmichael might be in love? I read that when people fall in we love, their brains make more dopamine and they get all cheerful.
Suddenly the whole world seems beautiful." ShyGirl: "I think so too! President Carmichael must be in love."
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