The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 53

Study abroad?

Citrine lay sprawled on her bed, grinning at the glaring comment on her screen.

Without hesitation, she logged into her own Twitter account and tagged The Iverson Group's official handle right under that comment.

@The Iverson Group: There's a world of difference between being sent away and studying abroad.

Within seconds, the reply went viral, shooting straight to the top of the thread.

The Iverson Group's social media team broke out in a cold sweat when they saw it. Not one of them dared to issue a reply.

After some frantic discussion, they agreed this was above their pay grade—it'd have to be the CEO's call.

At that moment, Sawyer was at the Iverson family estate.

The moment he saw the news online, he rushed home.

All these years, he'd believed he'd done right by Citrine, yet those few photos on Twitter hit him like a slap in the face.

Iverson family living room.

the sofa, his entire face

the couch dared utter a

look. Her voice trembled. "Dad, those videos online are all edited. They're

stared at his own daughter, unable to shake the memory of that video- her conversation with Citrine. Anyone with half a brain could see who truly cared about him as

adopted daughter, yet she'd always shielded him, fiercely loyal behind the scenes. Warmth crept into Sawyer's heart as he thought back to the year he

a chair at him. Young Citrine, barely more than a

dad!" She was so small and fragile, but she stood her ground, trembling with fear

he looked at Jeanette. "You think I'm blind? You don't think I can

do you take me for a

always spoiled this daughter, rarely raising his voice. This was the first

she was his own flesh and blood, disappointment flickered in

don't be so harsh, you're scaring her," Clifford interjected, frowning. He'd always

cracked like a

words died on

at Jeanette. "If you won't tell the truth, then as far as

have

icy tone made Jeanette

been afraid

her cry, saying

red as she apologized, "Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't