RankNovelChapter 151 In the end, Yates refused to hypnotize Raymond again.
Seeing that Yates wouldn't budge, Raymond had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and get up from the reclining chair.
"What did you dream about just now?" Yates asked, his expression grave as he watched Raymond.
Raymond didn't answer, but Yates seemed to figure it out anyway. Instead of pressing further, he took a seat across from Raymond and changed the subject with casual small talk.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"By the way, I never asked-what's your relationship with Citrine?" Yates had meant to bring it up the last time, but things had been too hectic.
Now seemed as good a tas any to get to know his patient a little better.
"Citrine?" Raymond picked up on the familiar way Yates referred to her. His gaze suddenly sharpened as he sized Yates up, countering, "And what's your relationship with Citrine?" "Well, it's definitely closer than yours," Yates shot back with a crooked smile. "We've known each other for years. I'm not just her brother, I'm-" He cut himself off abruptly.
Citrine hated it when he talked about her personal life. If she found out, she'd be furious.
"You're what?" Raymond pressed, frowning in obvious irritation.
"That's classified," Yates replied, clamping a hand over his mouth as if he'd never let the secret slip.
Seeing that Yates had no intention of explaining, Raymond let it drop.
"So, what about you?" Yates asked, leaning forward. "What's your relationship with her?" Raymond's eyes flashed with pride. "I'm Citrine's biological father." Yates's face changed instantly, disbelief written all over it. "Wait, what? Isn't Citrine the Iversons' daughter? Since when does she have a biological father in the picture?" He knew a bit about the Iversons and their family history.
Raymond's expression darkened. At the mention of the Iversons, flashes of his dream returned, sharper than ever, fueling the bitter anger in his eyes. "The Iversons? They're nothing. Citrine has nothing to do with them." "Yeah, well, they're a pack of blind fools if you ask me," Yates muttered. He'd heard enough about how the Iversons treated Citrine to have zero fondness for them.
"But seriously, you're really her biological dad?" Yates leaned in, studying Raymond's features. There was a definite resemblance-enough that denying their connection would've sounded ridiculous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Of course. Want to see a paternity test?" Raymond sneered, clearly resenting the doubt.
Yates waved him off. "No, no, that won't be necessary." With that, the light banter faded. Yates's expression turned stern, and his tone carried an unmistakable warning. "Since you're her real dad, I expect you to treat Citrine right. If you ever hurt her-even once-I swear, I won't let you get away with it."
Raymond's voice was cold. "I am her father. No one cares about her more than I do. You don't have the right to En lecture me."
He understood that Yates was trying to protect Citrine, but he couldn't stand anyone acting as if their bond with her was closer than his. He was her father-end of story.
With nothing more to say, Raymond stood up and strode toward the door. But just as he reached it, Yates's deep voice stopped him. "Did you know Citrine is sick?" Raymond froze mid-step. His heart lurched.
Citrine-sick? Since when? He spun around, eyes locked on Yates, desperation in his voice. "What happened to Citrine?"
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