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.

hand, practically choked when he heard that. Since when did

couldn't be bothered to bicker with her, so he turned his attention to Travis and the group hovering behind him, making no effort to hide

behind him—they're all rejects from Havencrest Technical College. If you hang around trash like them all day, aren't you worried you'll turn

Clifford said was true, and they knew it. Travis's pupils shrank; all the color drained from his face. His

meet Citrine's eyes, terrified he'd see disgust

was a nobody at Havencrest, just another delinquent with

later, Citrine would start to look down on him too,

surge inside him, threatening to swallow

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

watch your mouth," she said, her tone sharp as glass. "My brother is not trash-he 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 all. If you have so much time to judge others, maybe you should worry about your own sister's grades. If I recall, she failed

making no

waiting for a reply, she took Travis's hand and led him toward

everything she'd just said. His heart,