The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 170

"Dad, please, you have to believe me! I'm telling the truth!" Citrine's voice shook, threaded with panic and the edge of tears.

But Sawyer still refused to listen; his tone turned colder, almost menacing. "Citrine, I thought sending you overseas would make you grow up a little, but you're getting more and more out of line."

With that, Sawyer hung up.

Citrine's composure crumbled. She redialed, desperate-only for the line to go dead the moment she called.

Her face drained of color, and her hands trembled.

Just then, the man in the room rose and sauntered over. He plucked the phone from Citrine's grip. "See? You've been abandoned."

He barely finished speaking before grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragging her toward the window.

They were on the top floor-high enough for the entire manor to unfold below them. Right at the center, a row of bloodied bodies hung upside down, their gruesome forms horrifyingly clear from this height. The agony twisted on their faces was unmistakable, even from a distance.

flickered in her eyes; she couldn't

but she'd never imagined they would

satisfied smile. "Don't even think

chill ran through Citrine. She forced herself to nod,

room, until finally, several men-led by the island's owner-came to fetch her. They brought her to a

at Citrine, his gaze indifferent, then addressed the man

clicked in Citrine's mind. Her face went white

to ask, "What

to his henchmen. Two of them seized her, hoisting her onto

thrashed and kicked, but she was only

here does. But your heart, kid,

dread settled in Citrine's

the lab coat had pressed a scalpel to her chest, the cold metal biting

was about to cut, Citrine lashed out, knocking the scalpel