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.

old house, wringing her

could retreat, the front door

Citrine, you're back! The master's been waiting

Citrine's chest as she made her way down the

room, she saw

of her, he visibly

out a

at her. She walked over and plopped down beside him, greeting him

unfazed, leaned in closer

grumbled, still keeping up the

not your grandpa, you know. I'm just a lonely old man

arms around his. "No way.

known just how to win

of them with a smile tugging at his lips. The old man might be getting on in years, but

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

eyes brimming with tears, he snapped. With a huff, he upended the fruit bowl on the

those vultures

now and teach them

his phone, ready

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