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.

other hand, practically choked when he heard that. Since when did this brat get

and the group hovering

him—they're all rejects from Havencrest Technical College. If you

Clifford said was true, and they knew 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

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

nobody at Havencrest, just another delinquent with nothing

look down on him too, especially since she was

and self-doubt surge inside

was so caught up in his own misery that he barely registered Citrine's clear, icy voice until it cut through

garbage either; they're just walking a different path from you, that's all. If you have so much time to judge others, maybe you should worry about your own sister's grades. If I recall,

making no attempt to

a reply, she took Travis's hand and led him toward the lounge on the other

everything she'd just said. His heart,