The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 238

At that moment, Weston couldn't take it anymore. He shoved the door open and strode inside.

His face was stern as he planted himself firmly in the room, voice booming with authority. "I'd like to see anyone try to drive my granddaughter out of the Carmichael family. If anyone dares, I'll have their hide. Raymond, if you so much as think about sending Citrine away, you can pack your own bags and get out."

Raymond: "..."

Citrine: "..."

Weston ignored them both and walked straight to his granddaughter, his voice softening. "Citrine, don't worry. As long as I'm here, the Carmichael family is your home. If anyone tries to throw you out, they'll be the one leaving instead." As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept around the room, finally landing on Raymond with a pointed glare.

Innocent. Completely innocent.

Raymond tried to explain, "I didn't-" but before he could finish, Manley jumped in. "Dad, why don't we just have Citrine registered under my name? I'll treat her like my own daughter-and when the time comes, she can inherit all my assets."

Raymond almost burst out laughing in disbelief. These two really had no shame. The son was always clinging to Citrine, and now the father wanted to snatch her away and make her his daughter on paper.

with a frosty stare, Raymond said coldly, "Don't even think about it. Citrine is my daughter. Manley,

a disdainful glance at Travis, his expression full of

of bargaining. "How about this: I trade my son for

want to trade with you? Your son's a walking disaster. No one would take him, not

: "..."

Travis: "

fine. He was cheap. He was everyone's least favorite,

him: in this family, only his little

sincere. "Citrine, wherever you go, I'll go. I've saved

laughing, clearly amused by something. He scoffed, "With your pocket change? You can barely

than Manley how little spending money Travis

allowance was a joke? Manley-stingy as ever- only ever gave him the bare minimum, and now he had the nerve to

chance to finally get a word in, Salome piped up, "I've got money, sweetie! Why don't you come live with your aunt?

rattled, but as their bickering