The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 220

She just didn't know how to face it.

Citrine glanced away, doing her best to avoid meeting Weston's eyes. Her posture was stiff, betraying her discomfort.

"I still have one more thing to do. I can't leave just yet." She tried to keep her voice as even and casual as possible.

"What is it?" Weston asked, clearly surprised.

"This." Citrine reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black box.

Elbert, spotting the familiar object, immediately turned away with a look of annoyance. "Ms. Carmichael, you really ought to keep that thing for yourself." Weston frowned, about to scold Elbert, but Citrine gently caught his arm.

"Don't get worked up. It's bad for your health."

Weston immediately reined himself in, a wave of warmth spreading through him as he looked at his granddaughter. She always knew how to take care of him— she was his little angel, always so considerate.

In that moment, Weston felt there couldn't possibly be an old man more blessed than he was. He was just about to revel in the feeling when Citrine averted her gaze, moving on.

... Happiness is always so

fine. Sometimes,

a small, knowing smile, her

dismissive snort, silently thinking he wouldn't want that odd little thing

to the assembled guests and, right in front of them all, opened the black box in her

"Take a look, everyone."

the box rested a small, iridescent pill-delicate and lustrous,

you see if you

It's Vitaflux!" His eyes shone

Some of

real-this is the real

see one up close at an auction overseas, but

out of its solution, it must be consumed the

invented by one of the world's greatest medical minds. It can neutralize any toxin, restore the body's organs, even extend life. For those

excitement, turned to Citrine. "This is priceless! How did you get your