The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 150

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The truth was, Jeanette had started it. She'd taken the giant teddy bear Sawyer had given Citrine and shredded it to pieces. That's why Citrine shoved her. But afterward, Jeanette insisted that Citrine had destroyed the bear herself and was trying to frame her-and Sawyer believed her.

"Dad, it wasn't me. You have to believe me." Citrine's voice trembled for the first time as she stared at the stuffing and scraps of fabric scattered across the floor, fear flickering on her face.

Sawyer might not have realized what was happening, but Raymond saw it all too clearly. Citrine had sensed for a while now that Sawyer was planning to abandon her. She wasn't begging for his trust; she was begging him not to send her away.

For once, Sawyer didn't scold her. He didn't even respond to her plea-just reached out to gently ruffle Citrine's hair, his voice unusually soft. "Citrine, you'll be taken care of overseas. When the time is right, I'll bring you home. Okay?"

"Dad, it's my birthday today." Citrine looked up at him, her eyes pleading, hoping for any sign of mercy.

But Sawyer's heart was stone. "Be good. We'll celebrate together next year." Raymond watched as the last spark of hope vanished from Citrine's eyes. She looked at Sawyer and asked quietly, "Dad, will I ever come back?"

Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Of course. This will always be your home."

could only

arrived in the new country than someone

bodyguard escorting her didn't bother with introductions. He simply pushed young Citrine into the

drove straight to the docks and came to a halt. Apparently, they planned to

going to a house? Why do we need a

to us." Surrounded by his own people, he no longer bothered to hide his

she could react, the two men grabbed her and dragged

run. Everyone here

you don't want to get hurt,

roughly into a burlap sack.

what his investigation had revealed: Citrine had been sent to Mirage Cay when she was eleven. If nothing went wrong, that was where

enough, Raymond's suspicions were confirmed. They brought Citrine

into a pitch-black room. The door creaked open, but before Raymond could get a good look, all he glimpsed was

see what was