The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 285

Travis looked at Citrine with a pitiful expression, then glanced over at the innocent, wide-eyed cat. He pressed his lips together, resigned.

"I'll make her apologize to you," Citrine said, trying not to laugh at how both amused and sympathetic she felt.

After all, even pets had to take responsibility for their mischief.

Putting on her sternest face, Citrine lowered her voice. "Happy, come here."

The little cat heard Citrine's call and immediately perked up, her tail twitching with excitement. She bounded onto Citrine's lap, rubbing her soft, furry head insistently against Citrine's arms.

Citrine couldn't help but give Happy's fluffy face a gentle-but firm-squeeze. "You can't just bully my brother like that. Go apologize to him."

Everyone in the room assumed Citrine was just playing along, not really expecting the cat to understand a word. After all, it was just a cat-how could it possibly know what was being said?

But the moment Citrine gave the order, Happy let out a soft meow, hopped onto the coffee table, and trotted straight over to Travis.

Convinced she was about to scratch him again, Travis reflexively shielded his face with his hands.

When nothing happened, he slowly peeked out from behind his fingers.

Maine Coon sat up on the table, tilting her head before raising one paw and folding it in an unmistakable "sorry" gesture—a move

alright. Seeing as you know you

tail a flick, and strutted

what you're saying," Weston muttered, still surprised by

close, issuing a warning: "No more scratching people,

Happy: "Meow!"

Weston: "..."

Raymond: "..."

Travis: "..."

to an end, school ramped up the pace of review. For the next few months, Citrine studied

with, and now, buried in books every

chef sent over hearty

he couldn't. The only thing he could do was

by, and before they knew it,

Citrine to the test center. Even Manley, still in physical therapy, made a

get nervous

you remember