The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 3

Sawyer's expression shifted instantly. He shot to his feet. "Are you out of your mind?"

"How could you lay a hand on your own sister?"-

Striding forward, he positioned himself protectively in front of the hospital bed, his voice gentle as he tried to soothe Jeanette. "Don't be scared, Jeanette. I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Completely insane," one of the Iverson brothers muttered, and both moved to block Citrine's path, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Watching them close ranks around Jeanette, Citrine let out a bitter laugh. What, did they think she was some kind of villain? Was she supposed to be the wicked stepsister straight out of a soap opera?

In this family drama, Jeanette always played the part of the pure, fragile flower, while the Iversons lined up as her devoted guardians.

Citrine arched an eyebrow, her interest fading fast. She shot the group a cold look, her voice frosty. "If any of you try crossing me again, I won't hesitate to show you just how crazy I can get."

She was crazy, all right-driven mad by the Iversons themselves.

voice trembling with accusation. "Did I do something wrong? Please, don't hate

have no family here," Citrine

eyes brimmed with tears, and within seconds, she was sobbing

her tongue in annoyance. "God, Jeanette, aren't you tired of this act? You've been pulling the same stunt since we were kids, and these idiots still fall for it every

you really want me out of this family, just keep

bit her lip, but stayed

atmosphere in the hospital room grew icy,

her tone resolute. "Every cent I've spent

deepening. "What are you trying to

over your head all these years. Guess

spoiled her too much;

"You're right. I'm just the adopted daughter-not your flesh and

never look back? Just left me to fend for myself." Bitterness twisted

He never came.