The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 259

Clifford stared at Jeanette, eyes rimmed red. "That's impossible."

His mind rushed back to the memory of waking up alone in that room. Desperation edged his voice. "When I first came to, you were the only one there. Later, the housekeeper told me you'd looked after me the whole day and night. And wasn't Citrine off at the amusement park back then? There's no way it was her."

"Is it really impossible, or do you just refuse to face the truth?" Jeanette rolled her eyes, letting out a short, mocking laugh. "Clifford, you Iversons are all so hopelessly naïve. Have you ever stopped to think? I was always the one being waited on in our house-how would I ever take care of someone else?"

Clifford's face drained of color.

Jeanette ignored him, her smirk growing colder. "And those housekeepers? They're paid by my mother, Clifford. Do you really think they'd dare to contradict her?"

She paused, a bitter amusement flickering in her eyes. "As for Citrine, she was never at the amusement park. In fact, she's probably never set foot in one her whole life." Jeanette let out a soft, delighted laugh. "Guess where she really was?"

Clifford frowned. "Where?"

two whole days before anyone even noticed. It wasn't until Sawyer came home and found her that she was rushed to the hospital. She almost died, you know." Jeanette's voice

so cruel?" Clifford stared at Jeanette in disbelief, his whole body going cold and

the hospital in a panic. The family had insisted she'd gotten sick from playing outside and

dramatic. When he visited her in the hospital,

wretched person he'd

the ways he'd treated Citrine over the years,

a thousand memories crashed down on

Jeanette-those gaming gift boxes I got every year when

that junk. I'd never waste money on cheap stuff like that. If it weren't for the fact that you looked so happy when you got those gifts, I'd never have

struggled to keep his voice steady. "And back then, when I was sick-who was it that gave blood for

again. You lost so much blood-I wasn't about to go through that, it would've hurt like hell. But Citrine's blood type matched yours, and whatever I said, the family

chest.