The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 186

At that moment, Manley sank heavily back onto the floor, pounding his legs in frustration, his eyes clouded with a sickly, brooding darkness.

Citrine glanced up at the glass ceiling of the conservatory, then lowered her gaze. Although it was meant to be a sunlit garden, heavy curtains and blackout panels sealed out every trace of light, leaving the space in shadow.

She could sense that Manley was in a foul mood, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she walked over and crouched in front of him, gently intercepting his fists before he could strike his legs again.

"Uncle."

Manley jerked his head up, staring straight into Citrine's calm, steady eyes.

"Citrine? What are you doing here?" He blinked at her in surprise. Until now, he'd assumed it was Zelda who had come in.

"I'm here to help Travis with his homework." Seeing that he'd stopped hurting himself, Citrine released his hands.

"Did I scare you just now?" Manley was suddenly overwhelmed with self-loathing as he recalled how harshly he'd treated her just moments before.

you scare me?" Citrine met his gaze, making no mention of his earlier outburst, as if it had never

floor and into his wheelchair, draping a light blanket

didn't push her

off guard by Citrine's easy manner. But soon, a new wave

witnessed his breakdown, she'd also seen his legs- shrunken, twisted,

thought. Even he couldn't bear to look

nails dug into his palms. He went pale,

felt a small, gentle hand cover

his clenched fist, concern shining in her

did Manley notice the blood trickling from his

the first aid kit?"

Zelda's raised voice echoed from

"Miss Citrine, what are you doing in

in front of Manley