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 bomb herself, right in front

the others, Citrine raised an

rising in his chest. He blurted out, "Citrine, please don't say that. No matter what, you'll always be part of the Iverson family

was nothing like the girl he

the hell wants to be part of your

I have nothing-absolutely nothing-to do with the Iversons." Her words were sharp, leaving no room for argument. She was done

Everyone stared at her, their expressions tangled and

were all thinking the same thing: Is she

eyes. "What are you looking at? You should be happy-no one's going

felt relieved. But for some reason,

have been the happiest. Strangely, she felt no joy at all; for

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

the truth in her eyes-she truly loathed the Iversons and wanted nothing more