The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 9

Clifford had spotted Citrine a while ago. Normally, she'd have rushed over, eager to please him; but today, she didn't even spare him a glance.

"Well, look who's grown a backbone," Clifford scoffed under his breath.

He couldn't stop thinking about how, just yesterday, she'd dared to kick him and call him worthless. His face darkened, his mood shifting from irritation to outright anger.

"Oh, Clifford, isn't that your little lapdog over there?" Laird followed Clifford's gaze, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "She's got some nerve now. How come she isn't glued to your side today?"

Gideon cast a fleeting, indifferent glance at Citrine before turning to Jeanette, serving her food with obvious affection.

Gideon and Laird were Clifford's closest friends-they were thick as thieves, practically inseparable. They treated Jeanette, Clifford's younger sister, as if she were a precious gem.

Thinking back to yesterday's humiliation, Clifford simmered with resentment. Hearing his friends mock Citrine, he didn't bother to stop them; in fact, he took a bit of twisted pleasure in it.

Maybe it was time Citrine learned her lesson.

He let out a cold huff. "She deserves to be ignored for a few days. Let her stew in it; she'll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness."

at her brother, noting his obvious displeasure, and a sly smile

upset with me. Let

over and gently patted Jeanette's head, his tone warm and doting. "You did nothing wrong, Jeanette. She's the one who crossed the line. You're

should you, the real deal, have to apologize

gave his sister an approving look, ruffling her hair affectionately, his dislike for Citrine only

one at fault if anyone's

worry, Jeanette. Give it a few days-Citrine will come around. I'll make sure she apologizes

alright, Clifford. As long as she comes home, I'll be happy," Jeanette replied, her

at his thoughtful sister, and his

Laird wasn't done. A flicker of malice crossed

over to Citrine, looking down at her with a smug authority. "Citrine, Jeanette's thirsty. Go get her

too far?" Amelia shot to her feet, her expression icy. She'd never liked how

sneered, "And who asked for your opinion? Know your

down her fork and, without hesitation, slapped Laird hard across the

swift-almost too fast

your hands to yourself," she

cheek, stunned into silence for a long moment. When he finally found his voice, it was hoarse with rage. "You crazy