The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 240

Given the Iverson family's current predicament—with his father still lying in a hospital bed, waiting for money-Sawyer couldn't believe the others were out there splurging like money grew on trees.

It was sheer irresponsibility.

Rubbing his forehead, Sawyer spoke wearily. "Didn't I say we can't keep spending like this? Take it all back tomorrow. We have a lot of expenses ahead, and we can't waste a single penny."

The money hadn't even come out of her pocket. Aline cursed Sawyer under her breath, calling him useless.

She scowled, her voice full of resentment. "Sawyer, my daughter and I haven't bought ourselves new clothes or accessories in ages."

Jeanette chimed in, equally unwilling. "That's right, Dad. I have to wear the same uniform every day at school. My classmates all laugh and say we're broke and I don't have anything decent to wear."

Besides, her own father had bought her these things. The last thing she wanted was to return them.

The sounds from the living room drifted upstairs, drawing Norton and Clifford Iverson down.

going on down here? Why all the noise?"

armfuls of shopping bags clutched by

he looked at Sawyer, exasperation plain on his face. "So what if Aunt Aline and Jeanette bought a few things? Dad, you're not seriously angry over this, are you?

he glared

grandfather is still in the hospital and needs money. You and Jeanette are both heading to college soon; that takes money, too. The Iversons aren't who we used to be. You all need to

bankrupt, my brother and I will be

Suffer?

Sawyer frowned.

"Suffering" hardly seemed the right word. Compared to when he first started out-back

of Citrine left a bitter taste in Sawyer's

were here now, she would have

ultimately said nothing more about

next day, the hospital called,