The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 165

"What kind of stray mutt thinks it can bark at the Carmichael family's door?" Weston's voice rang out before he even appeared.

He'd just finished fishing and was heading home when he spotted his granddaughter being blocked at their gate by members of the Iverson family— clearly, they were giving her trouble.

Weston's expression immediately darkened.

After these past months, his fondness for Citrine had only grown. He was blatantly biased now, unable to stand seeing her bullied.

Not that he ever liked the Iversons to begin with. Holbrook Iverson had always been an arrogant man, impossible to tolerate when he was young. After his spectacular downfall-practically bankrupting Iverson Enterprises his son Sawyer managed to single-handedly rebuild the family business. Admirable, perhaps, but in recent years, Sawyer's behavior had become increasingly erratic, surpassing even his father's in arrogance.

At Weston's words, a shadow flickered in Sawyer's eyes, but he quickly recovered, wearing his signature, insincere smile. "Weston, we're here for a friendly visit, but your butler said you weren't home and left us waiting outside."

Sawyer was a natural at polite small talk, but Weston wasn't buying it—he had no patience for empty courtesies.

No Iversons-man or beast-are allowed inside." Weston snorted, making no effort to hide his disdain for Sawyer's

smile froze awkwardly

teeth, he forced himself to continue. "Weston, I came for an important reason. My father is

hoped Weston

look and sneered, "Citrine can make her own decisions. And if your father's sick, take him

turned ugly,

his mouth to retort, but when he glanced up, Citrine

the end, he left empty-handed-no medicine, no

barely slept all

on its website that it was opening a branch

boasting cutting-edge medical equipment and technology. News of their new branch in Havencrest sent shockwaves

hospitals and research institutes around the