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.

here himself and still has the nerve to make Citrine traipse back and forth. What if she wears herself out? She never even fussed over her own dad this

when had those two

but ask, "When did you and that kid start hanging

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

still your

blurted it out, but the words stuck in

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

never quite understood it before, but realization dawned. They were the only two in the family who hadn't welcomed Citrine from the start. No wonder she found

bitterness flickered in

Citrine had arrived at Havencrest Technical

had arranged to meet in an empty classroom. As she approached, she heard

"Go, go, go!"

"Left, on the left!"

"Ah, so close!"

the door. Travis and his friends were sprawled across the desks, shouting

their feet, cramming their phones into their pockets

The guilty tone in their