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.

gave the order myself. No Iversons-man or beast-are allowed inside." Weston snorted, making no

smile froze awkwardly on

for an important reason. My father is ill-and he needs

hoped Weston would pressure Citrine into

make her own decisions. And if your father's sick, take him to a hospital. The nerve of you,

turned ugly, his motives

his mouth to retort, but when he glanced up, Citrine was looking at him with

medicine, no solutions. Frustrated,

barely slept

appeared: the world-renowned Viridis Medical Institute announced on

technology. News of their new

made headlines, with major hospitals and research institutes around the