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?"

the face. "Shut your mouth.

a call from Manley. Wanting to avoid

son wanted to meet her-he'd asked Manley to arrange it.

estate and immediately noticed a man sitting on the sofa-handsome,

quite explain, Citrine

the introductions. "Citrine, this is my friend,

leaned in and whispered, "He's Elbert's son. He's only here about his father. Citrine, do whatever

lost all goodwill toward them. Phelps, though, was his childhood friend-his only true friend, really. If Phelps hadn't practically begged,

after all, lay firmly with

much

to the living room and greeted

friend. Please, call me Phelps," he replied, his smile