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.

choked when he heard that. Since when did this brat get so good at

couldn't be bothered to bicker with her, so he turned his attention to Travis and the group hovering behind him, making

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

himself to meet Citrine's eyes, terrified he'd

a nobody at Havencrest, just another delinquent with nothing to show for

start to look down on him too, especially since

and self-doubt surge inside him, threatening to

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

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

at Clifford, making no attempt to

Let's go." Without waiting for a reply, she took Travis's hand and

everything she'd just said. His heart, which