The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 36

Laird and Jeanette were visibly shaken, fear etched across their faces.

"Let go of him, right now." Laird hurried over and pulled Citrine's foot off Clifford's chest. This time, Citrine didn't resist; she simply allowed him to move her foot aside.

"Clifford, are you alright?" Laird helped Clifford to his feet, his expression stony as he shot a cold glare at Citrine. "Have you lost your mind? He's your brother." Citrine cast a look of utter disdain at Clifford, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"Say whatever you want about me, but spare me the melodrama."

Clifford, still clutching his aching chest where she'd stepped on him, couldn't help but cough at her words.

Laird's face darkened. In that moment, he realized just how much Citrine had changed.

Seeing their reactions, Citrine felt a surge of satisfaction.

If only Jeanette would keep her mouth shut, she thought, she'd be even happier.

But of course, Jeanette piped up, her voice trembling with wounded innocence. "Sis, how could you hurt your own brother?"

genuinely upset, as if she was only

marvel-Jeanette truly wasn't afraid of

about to reply when Laird suddenly stepped

owe Jeanette an

her gaze flitting between them, her

sarcasm.

what's the charge

accusations by these two over the years; Jeanette's tricks were old news

derisive snort, raising his voice as if he wanted the

Jeanette's top spot. Don't

shout carried across the room, drawing the attention of every

of classmates were jealous. The rumor mill

someone voicing their suspicions out loud, several

a cold, bitter

all the drama is about-my

thought, could only ever convince these other fools to fight her