The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 141

Saying she wanted to help Travis study wasn't just talk-Citrine truly meant it.

From then until finals week, she showed Travis the real meaning of follow- through, not with words, but with action.

For a solid week, Citrine would head straight over to Havencrest Technical College after scarfing down dinner at home, barely giving herself time to catch her breath.

Travis lived on campus, and to save him the commute and give him more time to cram, Citrine insisted on coming to him every single evening for their tutoring sessions.

One evening, just as she finished dinner and was about to dash out the door as usual, Raymond called after her.

"Citrine, where are you off to?" He frowned, concern etched on his face. For days now, she'd been rushing out the door after dinner-tonight made it a week straight.

Citrine was sitting on the entryway bench, slipping on her sneakers. Without thinking, she replied, "I'm heading over to help Travis with his studies."

Raymond looked momentarily taken aback. "So, all this running around-early out, late back—just to tutor him?" There was a strange feeling brewing in his chest.

"Yep." Citrine's answer was simple and direct.

and forth. What if she wears herself out? She never even fussed over her own dad

had those two

but ask, "When did you and that kid

her bag. For once, there was a rare note of warmth in her voice when

still your

blurted it out, but the

him then. Citrine always addressed the other members of the Carmichael family politely, but with him and his father, her tone

the only two in the family who hadn't welcomed Citrine from the start. No wonder she found it so hard to

bitterness flickered

arrived at

had arranged to meet in an empty classroom. As she approached, she heard a burst of shouting

"Go, go, go!"

"Left, on the left!"

"Ah, so close!"

open the door. Travis and his friends were sprawled across the

saw her, the group leapt to their feet, cramming their phones into their pockets like a bunch

sis..." The guilty tone in their voices