The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 71

The atmosphere inside the private dining room was icy cold.

No one from the Iverson family touched their food. Each face looked grimmer than the last.

All of them sat in silence, eyes fixed on Citrine as she ate with apparent enjoyment, savoring each bite.

Sawyer, though clearly displeased by Citrine's attitude, managed to rein in his temper. After all, he had wrongly accused his daughter for so long; he could hardly blame her for being upset.

In as gentle a voice as he could muster, he said, "Citrine, the main reason we asked you here today is to apologize."

"We were wrong to accuse you."

As he spoke, Sawyer shot a meaningful glance at his two sons.

Norton, the eldest at twenty-five, was the first to respond. He rose stiffly to his feet. "Citrine, I misjudged you. I'm truly sorry," he said. But even as he apologized, he couldn't hide his air of superiority.

so smug about? Is there anything to

the holier-than-thou act. You're not above anyone

and now it just made her skin

if to

he managed, "Even if we were wrong, that doesn't mean you should treat

be bothered to

insisted on making her uncomfortable, she'd make sure

still furious, shot another

son.

eye, muttered grudgingly, "Sorry. I shouldn't have accused you." His apology was

at him—she might as well have been listening to the

was Jeanette's

unchanged from before, as if she'd been waiting for her moment

Citrine watched, mildly amused.