The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 312

A month and a half ago, Clifford had turned his house upside down, searching every nook and cranny until he finally found those thick stacks of practice exams and notes.

The moment he flipped them open, his eyes burned with tears.

He could recognize Citrine's handwriting anywhere. Clifford could tell that every single page-half a meter high-had been painstakingly written by her, every stroke of the pen her own. She'd even highlighted the tricky topics, the common pitfalls, and marked out the most important concepts, making everything crystal clear.

After that, Clifford locked himself in his room, eyes red and swollen from crying. He carefully wiped every page clean, arranging the notes and exercises neatly on his desk as if they were priceless treasures.

For the next month and a half, Clifford barely left his room except for a single meal each day. The rest of the time he spent buried in those notes, working through the problems, reading and rereading every word she'd written.

When the six weeks were up, he sat the entrance exam for Primus Academy. Thanks to Citrine's notes, he passed.

But he didn't go. He told himself he didn't deserve it.

Now, Clifford lay motionless on the ground. Travis glanced over, waved his hand, and signaled the others to stop.

stench thick and nauseating. Travis turned to his sister, his voice gentle.

Citrine replied, flashing him a sweet, untroubled

up and

her

unreadable. There was a streak of blood

muttered. "These

still clutching her leg, but

Citrine curled her lips in a

other hand,

savoring the sight of him so battered and broken. "Honestly, Clifford, you had it coming. Want to know which university I got into?" Clifford

seem to mind. He went on, "Havencrest

Citrine came along. She was like sunlight-she warmed me up, believed

to her. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Back then, the idea of getting into Havencrest

as he glared at Travis, as if he might lunge and tear out his throat at