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 so good

to Travis and the

Citrine? You call this sort of guy your brother? Don't you find it embarrassing? Look at the people trailing behind him—they're all rejects from Havencrest

was true, and they knew it. Travis's pupils shrank;

eyes, terrified

at Havencrest, just another delinquent

look down on him too, especially since she was so

thought made fear and self-doubt surge inside him, threatening

he barely registered Citrine's clear, icy voice until it

teach him. And the students at Havencrest aren't garbage either; they're just walking a different path from you, that's all. If you have so much time

making no

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

His heart, which had felt so