The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 231

"Hey, you're awake!" Travis's face lit up with relief as Citrine opened her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, blinking up at the unfamiliar face, her curiosity plain.

Travis smiled wider at the sound of her voice. "I'm the son of the man in the wheelchair you saw earlier. You can call me Brother Travis."

Wheelchair?

Suddenly, the memories from earlier flooded back. That man he must have been the one who saved her.

Citrine's eyes darted around, then she looked up at Travis and gave him her sweetest, most innocent smile. "Brother Travis, could you tell me where am I right now?"

She was convinced her helpless look would tug at anyone's heartstrings. What she didn't realize, though, was that she still looked every bit the lost street kid Travis and his father had found: her face smudged with dirt, her clothes ragged, hair a tangled mess. No amount of wide-eyed innocence could hide that.

Travis didn't seem to mind at all. He answered her

kindness made Citrine believe her act was working, so

a doctor to check on his leg. He said

nodded quietly,

gently, "So, where's your

have any family." The thought of Sawyer Iverson, so far away back in her home country, made

for her—but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little happy. "Well, if you'd like, you can come home with

to be delighted.

faded as quickly as it had come. After years on Mirage Cay, fear

didn't matter to him that Citrine looked like a stray; the moment he saw her, he felt a connection. Hearing her agree to come home with

brought her a pile of snacks and taught her how to play video games-even gave her his favorite console, something he'd never shared with

the two of them laughing and playing together and simply watched from

the happiest day Citrine had known in a long time. If not for the scars of Mirage Cay-constant reminders of how cruel people could be-she might have let herself get swept away by this brief