The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 31

Citrine waved frantically at Sawyer, her voice desperate. "Dad! Help us!"

Sawyer heard her and turned in their direction, about to rush over-when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Jeanette on the other side of the room.

He stopped short.

In that instant, Citrine's heart shot into her throat.

The fire had grown too fierce-there was only time to save one of them.

Sawyer's gaze lingered on Citrine, and in that look, she saw all of his inner turmoil laid bare. But the moment passed; his decision hardened, and he turned away, running straight toward Jeanette.

Citrine knew, with a cold certainty, that she had been abandoned again.

As Sawyer carried Jeanette through the flames to safety, Citrine gave up any hope that he would turn back for her.

The fire roared, closing in. There was no time to feel hurt-she barely had time to think at all.

on the thick smoke, her

calm. Just when she thought they were both doomed, she caught sight of a window in the far corner. An idea flickered to

searing heat, she darted back into the bedroom, grabbed a blanket, soaked it in water, and threw it

urged, shaking

going to die." Alicia's voice was barely a whisper; she refused to move

We're getting out of here. I promise," Citrine said,

the slight, determined girl

sounded behind them-an explosion sent a shockwave through the

pale. Instinctively, she twisted

from Citrine's ears, and suddenly, the

damp blanket, and, with every ounce of

help, because soon after, an ambulance arrived and whisked them

finally woke again, she was in a hospital

pity, but his words were merciless. "Sweetheart, I'm afraid your hearing may never come

much. But hearing it out loud, the grief crashed over her, and she

came the next