The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 52

Here's a culturally localized, novel-style adaptation for Western readers:

At the top of the staircase, Citrine and Jeanette faced off, tension crackling in the air between them.

"Citrine, you'd better mind your own business," Jeanette said, arms crossed and voice sharp. Gone was the fragile, demure persona she'd worn at school-in its place stood a woman radiating raw hostility.

Citrine, by contrast, remained remarkably calm. Her only response was a slight furrow of her brow. "You shouldn't be pushing Dad to invest in Dick Glenwood's venture," she said quietly.

Jeanette grew more agitated at Citrine's composure. She raised her voice, practically shouting, "Citrine, I'm the real Iverson heiress. Who do you think you are, acting like you have any say in this?"

Her face twisted with rage, taking on an almost grotesque, frightening cast.

Citrine's eyes turned cold. "Whatever you do is your business, but you have no right to drag Dad into it. He's exhausted as it is. Do you even know how many people have lost everything because of Dick's schemes? Some families have been ruined. I won't stand by and watch you ruin Dad too."

Jeanette arched an eyebrow, a sneer curling her lips. "He's my father, Citrine. Who do you think he'll listen to me, or you?"

looked like something out of

try acting like a human being for once. If you dare use Dad for your

wrist, pressed it to her own chest, and with a sudden, violent motion, hurled

a cold, furious voice cut through the shock from the entryway.

The video ended there.

the clip was posted online, it exploded with

section quickly turned into a battleground, opinions shifting

a drama queen-how fake can you

real daughter's life' story, but turns

is just vile-completely unreasonable and willing to stoop to anything." "Even their adopted daughter cares

at the end of the video, her own father

to find out the truth before blaming Citrine. That's just cruel;

Iverson family disgusting? They barely gave Citrine fifty grand in all these years, didn't even pay for her meals-what kind

figures on a single dress, yet