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.

seem to mind at all. He answered her

made Citrine believe her act was working, so she

appointment with a doctor to check on his leg. He said he'd

quietly,

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

so far away back in her home country, made her eyes sting with tears. She shook her head,

help feeling a 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

her lips into a small smile, pretending to be

as it had come. After years on Mirage Cay, fear had settled deep in her bones. Travis seemed kind, but she just

that Citrine looked like a stray; the moment he saw her, he felt a connection.

and taught her how to play video games-even gave her his favorite

that afternoon, after his checkup, Manley stopped by the hospital room. He saw the two of them laughing and playing together and simply

known in a long time. If not for the scars of Mirage Cay-constant reminders