The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 139

Citrine could tell Clifford was oddly fixated on this, and she couldn't help but find it amusing. "We're family—and related by blood. Why shouldn't I call him my brother?"

At that, Travis's expression shifted as something clicked for him. He knew a little about Citrine's background, and since Clifford's surname was still Iverson, Travis quickly figured out who this guy was.

"So, you're Citrine's old brother?" Travis shot Clifford a cold look, his eyes flashing with a dangerous edge.

Travis had heard plenty about how poorly Citrine was treated by the Iverson family, so he didn't have the slightest affection for anyone from their clan.

Citrine thought for a moment and corrected him, "Not quite. Ex-foster brother, actually."

Ex-foster brother, for crying out loud.

Sylvan nearly lost it trying to stifle his laughter.

that. Since when did this brat get so good at getting under his

to bicker with her, so he turned his attention to Travis and the group

you find it embarrassing? Look at the people trailing behind him—they're all rejects from Havencrest Technical College. If you hang around trash like them

it. Travis's pupils shrank; all the color drained from his face. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but he didn't even feel the

himself to meet Citrine's eyes, terrified he'd see disgust or

really was a nobody at Havencrest, just another delinquent with nothing to

to look down on him too, especially since she was

made fear and self-doubt surge inside him, threatening to swallow

up in his own misery that he barely registered Citrine's clear, icy

just never had anyone patient enough to teach him. And the students at Havencrest aren't garbage either; they're just walking a different path from you, that's

Clifford, making no attempt to hide her

Travis's hand and led him toward

stared at her, still replaying everything she'd just said. His heart,