Chapter 638

Raymond and Hilda stopped in their tracks at the exact same moment.

Both of them had just witnessed Citrine's entire life in a dream. The overwhelming pain of Citrine's past life—all of it could be traced back to the handful of people standing here.

And the chief culprit was Sawyer.

Raymond couldn't wrap his head around it. How could anyone treat a kind- hearted girl like Citrine so cruelly? Did Sawyer's family have any shred of decency left?

"Raymond!" Sawyer, who had been desperately searching for Citrine's hospital room, suddenly spotted him and hurried over, a look of relief flashing in his eyes.

He rushed forward, grabbing Raymond's arm with anxious hands. "Where's Citrine? Please, let me see her. I just want to know if she's alright."

Raymond's expression turned icy, and he was just about to shove Sawyer away when Hilda beat him to it. Without hesitation, she slapped Sawyer hard across the face.

Her eyes were red with fury and resentment as she glared at him. "You've got the nerve to mention Citrine? You think you deserve to even say her name?"

She shot a scathing look at the three people before her, her voice cold and sharp. "Listen to me, Sawyer. As long as I'm alive in Crestwood, you'll never have a place here. I'll make damn sure of that."

Sawyer knew full well he was scum, and he didn't even try to defend himself. He just stood there, letting Hilda vent her rage.

When Hilda finally finished, Sawyer spoke, his tone serious and steady. "I need to see Citrine."

Raymond let out a bitter laugh, clenching his jaw in contempt. "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to see my daughter? I told you before-don't ever show your face to me or my daughter again. Or have you already forgotten?" Sawyer's gaze darkened. He knew he had no right, but right now, all that mattered was knowing if Citrine was okay.

He had failed her once in a past life; this time, he would do anything to make it right.

"I'm begging you, please," Sawyer's voice trembled, raw and pleading. "I just want to know how she's doing."

"You're disgusting," Raymond spat, a wave of nausea rising in his chest. Without another word, he swung his fist, landing it squarely on Sawyer's face.

Raymond didn't hold back. Blow after blow landed with brutal force, his eyes wild with fury.

All he could think about was the hell Sawyer had put Citrine through before. Right now, Raymond wanted nothing more than to beat him to death.

The murderous rage in his eyes only grew.

"It's my fault, I failed Citrine. Kill me if you want," Sawyer forced himself to stand his ground, refusing to fight back, even as Raymond's fists kept coming.

Blood spattered across Sawyer's face and shirt. The more blood Raymond saw, the more exhilarated he became.

"Go to hell!" Raymond's voice was hoarse with rage. "If you're dead, you can never hurt Citrine again—she'll finally have peace."

Raymond was completely losing control, Hilda, terrified that things would go too far, grabbed his arm to stop him. "Raymond, that's enough! Any more and you'll kill him!"

"Let me finish him!" Raymond was almost crazed with anger.

As much as she wished Sawyer would just disappear, she couldn't let Raymond-Citrine's beloved father-throw his life away for it. If he ended up in prison because of this, it would break Citrine's heart.

So Hilda put herself squarely between the two men, blocking Raymond from

attacking again.

At the mention of his daughter, Raymond finally regained his senses.

"Come on. Let's go," Hilda said, steering Raymond away.

But as they started to leave, Sawyer's face twisted with desperation. He suddenly

dropped to his knees, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"Raymond, I'm begging you-let me see Citrine. I just want to know if she's alright."

Raymond nearly laughed in disbelief. He turned, his glare sharp as ice. "Citrine is my daughter. If you want to know anything about her, keep dreaming."