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.

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

have no family

sister..." Jeanette's eyes brimmed with tears, and within seconds, she was sobbing as if her world had

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

Citrine pressed on, "If you

bit her lip, but stayed

room grew icy, tension thick in the

cent I've spent here I'll wire back to Mr.

frown deepening. "What are

voice grew sharp. "Don't forget who put a roof over your head all these years. Guess I was blind to have raised a thankless brat who'd dare

her too much; made her impossible to

let out a bitter laugh. "You're right. I'm just the

look back? Just left me to fend

He never came.