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.

like someone

be the "idiot friend" standing next

intellect and rare emotional intelligence—a true prodigy. But prodigies are fragile. If she's protected, there's no limit to

wouldn't simply fade into the crowd as

Citrine had been hiding her abilities these past six months, or whether her top score

pat her head in reassurance. "Don't worry,

personally remove anyone who dared stand in

of comfort, Aline checked the time and said, "Alright, calm down. Don't let your

Jeanette did her best to smooth

she couldn't let this

lunch, Jeanette made a point of bringing up the whole thing in front of

behind the gym, sneaking drinks, picking fights. He never cared about honor rolls

even he knew that Citrine was usually near the bottom of the sophomore class-just like him, always bringing

now, she'd somehow

nearly choked on his food, barely managing