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.

mind at all. He answered her seriously, "You were hurt

working, so she pressed on. "Brother

"He had an appointment with a doctor to

nodded quietly,

a moment, Travis asked gently, "So, where's your family? Why

country, made her

little happy. "Well, if you'd like, you can come

her lips into a small smile, pretending to

had come. After years on Mirage Cay, fear had settled

little sister. It didn't matter to him that Citrine looked like a stray; the moment he saw her, he

her how to play video games-even

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

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