The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 2

Chapter 2 Family

took a nosedive. Franklin had issued a public statement to cut ties with Sierra, a move Bradley had come up with himself. The plan had been to reinstate her once things settled down. But in the end, they simply forgot. Bradley glanced at Sierra with an unfamiliar feeling of guilt. But what unsettled him more was her expression. The familiar admiration, the longing in her eyes—both were gone. Now, she looked at them with nothing. That emptiness in her gaze made him feel an odd sense of unease. Sierra ignored them and followed a servant upstairs to her room. She couldn’t wait to wash off the dust and grime. But when she saw the clothes prepared for her, she fell silent. They were exactly Denise’s style. Frilly, lacy, cute—things she had never liked. Since coming to this house, her wardrobe had always been like this. At first, she foolishly thought it was her mother’s way of showing affection. So even though she didn’t like them, she still wore them. Later, she found out the truth. These were just Denise’s leftovers. Every season, the latest collections were bought for Denise first. Whatever Denise didn’t want was handed down to Sierra. This time, she wasn’t going to wear secondhand clothes anymore. After her shower, Sierra changed back into the clothes she had worn before. When she went downstairs, the Xander family was already seated at the dining table. They had called this a welcome dinner for her. Yet, none of them had waited. Instead, they were all busy serving food onto Denise’s plate. It wasn’t until Sierra sat down that Eleanor finally realized they had completely forgotten about her. For once, there was a flicker of guilt in Eleanor’s eyes. When she saw Sierra still wearing her old clothes, she quickly asked, “Why didn’t you change? Was the size wrong?” “Yeah,” Sierra replied simply, not bothering to explain. “Oh, that’s my fault! I figured you and Denny were about the same size, so I thought they would fit.” About the same size? Sierra was half a head taller than Denise. Had Eleanor never noticed that the clothes were always too short on her? Sierra couldn’t help but let out a light scoff. “Madam Eleanor, it’s not your fault. I ate and slept well in prison. I must have grown taller. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t know.” The dining room instantly fell into silence. Clang. Denise’s fork slipped from her hand and clattered onto the floor. Her face went pale, fear filling her eyes. Eleanor immediately comforted her. “It’s okay, Denny.” Bradley’s voice turned