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.

He answered her seriously, "You

Citrine believe her act was working, so she pressed on.

had an appointment with a doctor to check on his

quietly,

moment, Travis asked gently, "So, where's your family? Why were you all

have any family." The thought of Sawyer Iverson, so far away back in her home country, made her eyes sting with tears. She shook her head, still

little happy. "Well, if you'd like, you can come home with me. I'll be your big brother- nobody will ever mess with you again, I promise." He thumped his

smile, pretending to

years on Mirage Cay, fear had settled deep in

like a stray; the moment he saw her, he felt a connection. Hearing her agree to come home with him

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

He saw the two of them laughing and playing together and simply

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