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.

trembling with accusation. "Did I do something wrong? Please,

I have no family here," Citrine

within seconds, she was

pulling the same stunt since we

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

her lip, but stayed

the hospital room grew

her tone resolute. "Every cent I've spent here I'll wire back to

blinked, taken aback, his frown deepening. "What are you trying

a roof over your head all these

her too much; made her impossible

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

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

He never came.