The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 17

On Friday after school, Citrine made sure to tell the Carmichael family's driver not to pick her up.

She'd bought a few things and taken a cab by herself to a private estate in Crestwood.

The place was tucked away in the woods on the edge of town, secluded and almost fortress-like with its heavy security-mysterious and imposing.

As soon as the security staff spotted Citrine approaching, they all nodded respectfully.

"Welcome, Miss. Please, come in."

She gave a polite nod in return and headed inside.

With every step, Citrine felt her heart growing heavier.

She had no idea how she was going to face her grandfather.

If it hadn't been for him-if he hadn't rescued her in America and treated her like his own granddaughter-she wouldn't be the Citrine she was today.

In her previous life, she'd given everything to the Iverson family, barely sparing a thought for her grandfather. In the end, he'd been left disgraced, all because of her.

He'd always been so proud. The shame must have crushed him.

stood in front of the grand old house, wringing her hands so tightly her knuckles whitened, suddenly tempted to turn

before she could retreat, the front

Citrine, you're back! The

of warmth spread through Citrine's chest as she

soon as she stepped into the living room, she saw

of

out a huff, turning his head

over and plopped down beside him, greeting him

unfazed, leaned in closer with a teasing grin. "Hey,

grumbled, still keeping up

lonely old man with

wrapped her arms around his. "No way. You're my favorite grandpa in

just how to

lips. The old man might be getting on in years, but he could still

them regularly when they lived abroad.

brimming with tears, he snapped.

fuming. "Tell me the truth-was it those vultures from the Iverson family?

right now

pulled out his phone,