The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 228

As soon as Citrine finished speaking, she didn't give the siblings a chance to respond. She turned on her heel and walked away.

No sooner had she left than Leila and Truman erupted into a fierce argument.

Leila collapsed onto the curb, looking utterly defeated. She glared at Truman, voice trembling with anger. "Truman, aren't you supposed to be so persuasive? Why didn't you beg her just now? Oh, right—it's all about your pride, isn't it? You're too dignified to ask for help. Can't you think about Grandpa for once instead of yourself?"

Truman's face darkened. "Leila, do you have any idea how foolish you just sounded? Has that fancy school of yours-what is it, Blackridge Academy- scrambled your brains? Couldn't you see she never intended to help us in the first place?"

Leila swiped at her tears and shot Truman a murderous look. "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your head. You don't really want to help Grandpa get the medicine, do you?"

Truman stiffened, and his glare was as sharp as a knife. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Leila suddenly laughed a brittle, bitter sound. "I knew it. All you care about is getting Grandpa's shares. You'd never sincerely help him. Can't you wait just a little longer? Even if Grandpa's still alive, he's old. How many peaceful years do you think he has left?"

"Shut your mouth. Don't you dare talk nonsense like that

received a call from Manley. Wanting to

Manley to arrange it.

at the Carmichael estate and immediately noticed a man sitting on the sofa-handsome, refined, with

quite explain, Citrine felt an instinctive

and made the introductions. "Citrine, this is my friend, Phelps

leaned in and whispered, "He's Elbert's son. He's

Jensen household, Manley had lost all goodwill toward them. Phelps, though, was his childhood

all, lay

guessed as much

walked over to the living room and

friend. Please, call me Phelps," he