The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 56

Raymond's brow furrowed, clearly displeased. "Citrine is my daughter-of course she belongs here. If you don't want her around, I'll take her home myself."

Weston was left speechless by his son's retort. He simply snorted, then said nothing more.

Raymond turned to his daughter, his expression softening with concern. "Don't pay any attention to your grandfather, Citrine. He's old-his words aren't always the kindest."

"I know. I'm not bothered by him," Citrine replied with a faint smile.

Truth be told, Citrine didn't care about Weston's attitude. She hadn't come here to win his approval, and whether he liked her or not was none of her concern.

Weston: ...He was still right here, wasn't he? Did this father and daughter think he was invisible?

There was still some time before the family dinner, but nearly everyone had already arrived.

Weston gathered the family together and began by introducing Citrine.

how much he disapproved, Citrine was still part of the Carmichael bloodline, and since Raymond insisted on bringing her back into the fold, Weston would give her the

seated on the sofas, turned their

introductions in order. "This is your aunt, and beside her is

the sofa and the broad- shouldered man next to

the old man turned

this is

the handsome

wheelchair, his face pale as parchment,

remembered him from her previous life-he'd been in a wheelchair then, too. "Uncle," Citrine said, offering him a

smile. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of emotion crossed

shot Raymond a sly, amused look. "Didn't expect someone like

didn't know what Manley was up to, but he was well aware of

Manley with a warning stare. "Don't get any ideas about my daughter. Or you'll answer

this how family should behave?" Weston