The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 131

Not long after Citrine left, the man tasked with keeping order suddenly received a message from the school, informing him he'd need to come in tomorrow to complete his resignation paperwork.

His hand trembled. He immediately remembered what that girl had said to him just moments ago; all the color drained from his face.

It was her. It had to be her.

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Meanwhile, after dropping Travis off at the hospital, Citrine suddenly remembered something. After thinking it over, she sent Manley a quick message.

CICI: Uncle, Travis is hurt. He's at Havencrest Prime Medical Center.

Manley replied almost immediately.

Manley: He's not dead, is he?

Citrine stared at the message, her expression torn. She wasn't quite sure if Manley had sent that by mistake.

She hesitated, then typed another message.

I need to take care of in a little bit. Would

Are you there

Manley hadn't said anything weird-otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to respond. Before she could

me

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out of the treatment room, he spotted Citrine

saw him, Citrine stood and walked over, taking the nurse's place by

been through his share of injuries growing up, and he'd always toughed it out alone. This

opened his mouth, uncomfortable,

bright. "Don't mention it. You're my brother,

her, and for some reason, her tone sounded almost playful-like a little sister teasing her

embarrassed himself in front of her during the match today, Travis felt a surge of

"Um... do you think I'm

that other guy tripped you on purpose. If not for that, first place

smile, and suddenly memories he thought he'd buried long ago surfaced

words from the past echoed

hopeless. How could you mess up something so

disgrace to the Carmichael family. You'll never

just a worthless nobody. We never