The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 258

Chapter 260

But now, every word Clifford had once thrown at Citrine echoed in his mind with painful clarity.

He remembered snarling at her, "Citrine, why do you have to lie all the time? That was a gift from Jeanette, not you. If you keep insisting, I swear I'll hit you."

He remembered another time, his voice sharp, "Citrine, if it weren't for Jeanette,

I'd be done for. If you try to take credit for what she did again, I'll beat you senseless."

Clifford remembered how angry he'd been, how he'd lashed out and kicked the little girl hard in the stomach.

Her face had gone pale with pain, but he'd just sneered and accused her of faking

it.

so cruel

wonder she wanted nothing to do with him. In this moment, everything became

hand and slapped Jeanette hard across the

If it weren't for you, Citrine wouldn't have been blamed and she wouldn't have been cut off from the Iversons.

her-it was your family. You all accused her, and you even hit her

With that, she turned and quickly left the rooftop, not

daze, feeling as

chair hard from behind. Turning around, Clifford found a few old friends eyeing him with obvious malice. "Hey, errand boy, go grab coffees for all of us from that café on North Street," Laird jeered, pulling a few crisp hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and tossing them in Clifford's face. "I want

treated Citrine the same way once, bossing her around, ordering her to

they'd humiliated her as if she

of all he'd done to Citrine, the sting of humiliation from these guys didn't feel quite so sharp. Almost in a trance, he bent down, picked up the bills, and tucked them into his

ridiculous demands, and

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