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?" Norton

clutched by

see what the fuss was about. Instead, he looked at Sawyer, exasperation plain on his face. "So what if Aunt

with anger as he glared at Clifford, clearly at the end of

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 stop spending

go bankrupt, my brother and I will be earning soon. With us around, this

Suffer?

Sawyer frowned.

even so, they'd still be far better off than most people. "Suffering" hardly seemed the right word. Compared to when he first started out-back when things were so much tougher —they were still living in luxury. Back then, Citrine had stuck by his side through every hardship, yet never once

a

were here now, she would have

ultimately said nothing more about returning

the hospital called, demanding payment for