The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 34

But Citrine had overtaken her with almost no effort at all-she'd scored more than twenty points higher, winning first place as if it were nothing.

Jeanette felt utterly humiliated as the runner-up. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Aline watched her daughter's furious expression, lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, old memories surfaced. Her voice grew cold as she asked, "Jeanette, do you remember why none of the other kids your age liked Citrine when you were little?"

Jeanette didn't think much of it-she scowled and spat out, "It's her own fault. She was always stealing the spotlight. No wonder she never had any friends."

Aline smiled faintly but said nothing.

Her Jeanette was still too young. Too innocent.

But Aline knew better.

Even as a child, Citrine had been shockingly smart. She taught herself how to solve math puzzles meant for much older students; by kindergarten, she was breezing through grade school material, and by grade school, she could handle middle school coursework without breaking a sweat.

possibly like someone so

"idiot friend" standing next to a

an exceptional intellect and rare emotional intelligence—a true prodigy. But prodigies are

child wouldn't simply

months, or whether her top score was just a fluke, one thing was certain: this

her daughter, reaching over to gently pat her head in

personally remove anyone who dared stand

few more words of comfort, Aline checked the time and said, "Alright, calm down. Don't let your father see you

of Sawyer, Jeanette did

couldn't let

day at lunch, Jeanette made a point of bringing up the whole thing in front of Clifford and his

breaking rules— smoking behind the gym, sneaking drinks, picking fights. He never cared about

usually near the bottom of the sophomore

she'd somehow come in

his food, barely managing to swallow