The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 55

After Gerda finished speaking, she bent down and gave Sawyer a respectful bow.

"Thank you, sir, for looking after me all these years," she said, her voice steady but tinged with age. "I'm getting old, and it's time for this old woman to retire and spend her days in peace at home."

Once Gerda had left, Sawyer couldn't get her words out of his mind. The conversation seemed to linger in the room long after she was gone.

Norton and Clifford, usually quick to fill any silence, were uncharacteristically quiet as well. Gerda's words had clearly stirred up childhood memories for them, leaving each lost in thought.

Sawyer didn't question Aline any further. He knew there was little point-he wasn't going to get an answer.

Instead, he gave her one last look. "Let me ask you one final time. In all the years Citrine was abroad, did you ever send her a single cent?"

Aline nodded, the gesture stiff and almost painful.

Even if she hadn't confessed, Sawyer could have found out on his own. Admitting it now was easier.

"Ash," Aline said softly, "I just wanted to think about our own daughter a little more. After all, Citrine is adopted."

"Enough. That's enough," Sawyer said with a deep sigh, cutting her off. He turned away, unwilling to continue the conversation.

Meanwhile, the internet was ablaze with the latest scandal. Sawyer had barely stepped into the office before the head of operations intercepted him.

"Mr. Iverson, how should we respond to this?" the department head asked carefully, holding out a phone.

the phone and his eyes caught on the word "exile."

her overseas and then ignoring her was exile by another name. Citrine was

another word, Sawyer quickly typed out a

You never studied abroad. I'm sorry. It was the

Group account posted a

The internet exploded.

The Iversons have no

what they call adoption, she'd have been better off never being taken in at all. Who knows how much better her life could've

grew,

post suggesting Citrine should be grateful was bombarded until the

days straight, the Carmichael Group's employees were forced to work overtime,

sat at his desk, replaying the video of Citrine arguing

mother wolf defending her

help recalling the first time he'd met Citrine. His eyes grew cold

ungrateful little brat had threatened him the moment they

caused Citrine so much pain-was still the one she

What a thankless kid.

treated

even more as he

really

account received a transfer-five