The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 164

"Hand over the medicine, now. If anything happens to Grandpa, it'll be your fault. Don't think for a second we'll ever acknowledge you again." Clifford's tone dripped with resentment; he still hadn't forgotten how Citrine embarrassed him on the tennis court last time. Just thinking about it made his blood boil, and now his attitude toward her was downright hostile.

Citrine almost laughed from sheer disbelief at how ridiculous the two of them were. She couldn't hold it in and let out a short, sharp laugh. "You Iversons really are shameless, aren't you?"

She scoffed, her voice icy. "If Holbrook's old illness is back, then let him die. Why are you coming to me? Why should I give him the medicine? What's he done to deserve it?"

"And you—" She jabbed a finger at Clifford, her disgust plain. "If it wasn't for me, Holbrook would have been dead long ago. The Iversons never thanked me for saving him, and now you want to guilt-trip me? Call me a sinner? That's nonsense. I'm Holbrook Iverson's savior-he should be on his knees thanking me for saving his life."

"As for your last threat? Don't make me laugh. The Iverson family? Please. Who do you think you are, that I'd ever want to be associated with you? I'd rather die than have anything to do with you people."

the hell are you saying?" It was the first time Clifford had heard her curse the Iversons so viciously. He

is Citrine Carmichael. Don't you dare insult me." She wasn't about to let anyone saddle her with the Iverson

seeing how worked up Citrine was,

I know you're upset right now, but the Iversons did raise you. That's still your grandfather you're talking about. How can you be so heartless?" By the end of his sentence, Sawyer's face was grim, his tone hardening with a hint of threat. Citrine met their eyes, utterly unfazed. "Threats won't work on me. I owe the Iversons nothing." In her previous life, she'd repaid whatever kindness Sawyer had ever shown

to health, spent every week at the old Iverson estate at his beck and call-only to have him

was never enough. You could feed them your very flesh and blood and they'd still sneer at

flatly, "You want the medicine? Not a chance. I'd die

Holbrook would be

Clifford stared at her, stunned that she