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.

gaze, making no mention of his earlier

up from the floor and into his

time, Manley didn't push

a little off guard by Citrine's easy manner. But soon, a new wave of discomfort washed

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

legs. She must be disgusted, he thought. Even he couldn't

fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He went pale,

small, gentle hand cover

concern

Manley notice the blood trickling

first aid

even finished speaking, Zelda's raised voice echoed from

Citrine, what are you doing

Citrine crouching in front of