Chapter 38

Sawyer never would have guessed in a million years that the two fighting were actually his own son and daughter.

He entered the room, first speaking quietly with the teacher to get the gist of what had happened, before striding over to the pair.

"What on earth is going on with you two?" Sawyer tried to keep his voice down, but the anger bled through all the same.

Siblings brawling-what an embarrassment.

Just as he finished scolding them, Sawyer caught sight of the cut on Citrine's temple and frowned. "What happened to you?" he demanded.

He reached out a hand to examine the wound, but Citrine recoiled instantly, springing up from her seat and putting as much distance between them as possible.

Sawyer's hand hung awkwardly in the air, his expression freezing.

"Citrine, can we not do this right now?" he pleaded, exasperation heavy in his voice.

She'd lost count of how many times she'd heard that line. Now, it barely registered just another empty phrase.

Pointing at Clifford but speaking to Sawyer, Citrine said, "Mr. Iverson, your son is right there. I have nothing to do with you. My real father will pick me up soon." She made sure to stress the word "real."

Clifford rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Dad, did you hear that? Talk about biting the hand that feeds you."

hand

out

but I've paid my own way—clothes, food, everything. My allowance? I earned it myself. Not long ago, I even wired fifty million to your account that was the

she hadn't wanted to sever ties with the Iversons for good,

stayed silent, face

wasn't satisfied. "Even so, what about all the times we treated you well? Don't pretend you don't remember. If that's not biting the hand that feeds you,

to Citrine too, as if curious what she'd

well?" Citrine

to me? What gives you

you left me

kindness when you shipped me

when you told me, since I

it kindness when you forgot my birthday, year after

it kindness when, every time something happened with Jeanette, you took it

with the precision of a

unflinching gaze. The worst part-he couldn't deny a single thing she'd

him, and twisted the knife. "Sawyer, I never should have left with

daughter is

every word. Citrine truly,

felt a sharp pain in his

understood, more clearly than ever, that his

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