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.

front of the grand old house, wringing her hands so tightly her knuckles

she could retreat, the front door

Citrine, you're back! The master's been waiting in the sitting room since

as she made her way down

as she stepped into the living room, she saw him—a tall, upright figure sitting

the sight of her, he visibly

was stern, and he let out

at her. She walked over and

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

your manners," he grumbled,

your grandpa, you know. I'm just a lonely

eyes growing misty, Citrine slid closer and wrapped her arms around his. "No way. You're my favorite grandpa in the whole

always known just how to

them with a smile tugging at his lips. The old man might be getting

played out between them regularly when they lived abroad. The butler had grown used to

tears, he snapped. With a huff, he upended the

those vultures from the Iverson family? Did they bully

now and

pulled out his phone,

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