The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 73

In just a couple of sentences, Citrine had laid bare the real motives of the Iverson family.

Meeting her icy gaze, Sawyer felt his heart sink. The words he'd intended to say caught in his throat, and he swallowed them down with difficulty.

"Citrine, when are you coming home?" Sawyer finally managed, his voice strained. In that moment, he looked every bit the anxious father, longing for his daughter's return.

But Citrine only found the scene bitterly ironic. The smile on her lips never reached her eyes. "Have you forgotten, Mr. Iverson? I'm a Carmichael now. My name is Citrine Carmichael."

Once upon a time, she might have wagged her tail for even the smallest scrap of affection. But those days were over. She wasn't that foolish girl anymore.

Her clear, unwavering voice carried through the room, so everyone in the Iverson family heard her words loud and clear.

Jeanette's eyes narrowed just a fraction, suspicion flickering within her. Feigning innocence, she asked, "What do you mean, the Carmichael family's daughter?" Then, turning to play the concerned sister, she added, "Sis, what are you talking about?"

Sawyer went pale, exchanging a swift, alarmed glance with Norton. The two of them were the only ones who knew Citrine had found her birth father. Sawyer had made Norton promise to keep it secret, so no one else in the family knew the truth.

drop

the faces of the others, Citrine

seemed like a complete stranger, dread rising in his chest. He blurted out, "Citrine, please don't say that. No matter what, you'll always be part of the

was nothing like the girl he remembered, Sawyer

Citrine let out a cold laugh. "Who the hell wants to be part of

Her words were sharp, leaving no room for argument. She was done with them, once and for

room fell into stunned silence. Everyone stared at her,

all thinking

should be happy-no one's going to fight

felt relieved. But for some reason, Citrine's words stole away any satisfaction they

should have been the happiest. Strangely, she felt

his daughter, dazed. She could have kept this to herself, but she'd chosen to say

eyes-she truly loathed the Iversons