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.

thick and nauseating. Travis turned to his sister, his voice gentle. "Let's get out of here, Citrine. This place is a dump. Let's

him a sweet, untroubled

and walked toward

yanked her pant leg, holding

of blood across the fabric where she'd been grabbed. Her nose wrinkled

she muttered. "These are

froze, his hand still clutching her leg, but suddenly all the

Citrine curled her lips in a smirk and didn't bother

other hand, didn't

him with smug amusement, almost savoring the sight of him so battered and broken. "Honestly, Clifford, you had it coming. Want to

seem to mind. He

came along. She was like sunlight-she warmed me up, believed in me, cheered me on, played games with me, helped me study. She took a loser

My grades? All thanks to her. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Back then, the idea of

as he glared at Travis, as if he might