The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 185

Not a single breeze stirred in Havencrest's summer air. The moment Citrine

stepped out of her car, a wave of heat washed over her, leaving her feeling as if she'd been trapped inside a steaming sauna. The suffocating warmth pressed in from all sides.

Just a few days earlier, Travis had been in a biking accident-someone had hit him, and the doctor insisted he recover at home. With Travis falling behind on his studies, Citrine had offered to come by and tutor him, which he'd agreed to after a brief discussion.

She followed the location Travis had sent her, and by the time she found his house, it was already eight in the morning.

Citrine pressed the doorbell.

A woman she'd never seen before answered the door. The Carmichaels' housekeeper, Zelda, eyed Citrine with a hint of wariness before asking, "Miss, may I help you?"

Citrine offered a polite smile. "Hello, I'm Travis's sister. Manley is my uncle."

catch

Zelda hesitated.

was, both Mr. Carmichael and his nephew had always been notoriously reclusive. Since Zelda started working here, she'd never once seen Travis bring

girl was the first visitor ever

Though surprised, she stepped aside and let Citrine in with polite

threshold, it felt as though the light had been dialed down several

were drawn tight across every window, blocking out every sliver of sunlight. Citrine had to squint to make out the details of the décor, which was all somber hues and shadowy corners. The place was a study

There was no hope.

a bit embarrassed. "The young master isn't up yet," she admitted. Travis was infamous for

some hesitation, "And Mr. Carmichael is exercising at the moment. He's not to be

to help him after a fall during his morning exercises-he'd lashed out at

the garden. She was wearing

into the little garden, Citrine listened. Suddenly, a dull thud echoed across the yard, followed by