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

have no family here," Citrine

tears, and within seconds, she was sobbing as

this act? You've been pulling the same stunt since we were

"If you really want me out of this family, just keep your mouth

bit her lip, but stayed

atmosphere in the hospital room grew

cent I've

his frown deepening. "What are

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

her too much;

laugh. "You're right. I'm

girl overseas for five years and never look back? Just left me to fend for myself." Bitterness twisted her words as she remembered those years abroad-how many times had

He never came.