The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 189

At nine in the morning, Travis was still fast asleep.

Citrine glanced at the clock, then decided to head upstairs and check on him.

His bedroom door was half open, the curtains still drawn, leaving the room in a muted gloom. Through the gap, Citrine could see Travis sprawled across the bed, arms and legs spread out.

Seeing he was still out cold, Citrine knocked gently on the door.

"Don't bother me," Travis grumbled, rolling over without even opening his eyes, clearly in no mood to be disturbed.

Citrine sighed. With a resigned shake of her head, she pushed the door open and walked straight in, crouching beside his bed.

"Time to get up, big brother," she called softly, her voice gentle but clear.

The moment her words registered, Travis's eyes snapped open. He shot upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he squinted at the phone on his nightstand. Guilt flashed across his face. "Sorry, Citrine. I overslept."

He'd stayed up way too late gaming last night, and the realization that his little sister had been waiting on him made him mentally kick himself.

you downstairs.

door

few minutes later, Travis trudged

the sun just

house had been sealed in perpetual twilight, heavy curtains drawn tight year- round, even at lunchtime with all the lights switched on. Not a

shock, he saw his dad at the

was actually eating

into the seat next to Citrine, eyeing Manley as if he'd seen

world just flip upside down? As far back as he could remember, Manley

a frosty glance, clearly

eager to keep his head down. For the sake of his

He ate in silence.

Sylvan and the others messaged-they want to come

wary glance at Manley, hesitating. "Citrine, you know

get to finish before Manley cut him off. "If they want to come, let them. We've got plenty of