The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 397

It was Citrine's first time visiting the Carmichael family's new villa in Crestwood. At the moment, everyone was present except Salome.

Citrine felt a bit awkward as she stepped inside, the unfamiliar surroundings making her hesitate briefly in the foyer.

Raymond, her father, didn't waste a second. The moment he saw his daughter arrive, he hustled over to the entryway and bent down to set a pair of house slippers at her feet. "Citrine, the code for the front door is your birthday," he said gently. "Next time, no need to knock. Just come in."

"Okay," Citrine replied, a little taken aback. It took her a moment, but then she nodded.

Her grandfather Weston's face crinkled with a wide smile when he spotted her, though he still couldn't help but tease. "Look at you, young lady," he grumbled, "how long's it been since you last bothered to come home?"

He snorted, feigning irritation. "I swear, I mention you every day. No conscience at all, that's what you are."

Citrine gave him a half-smile, half-smirk. "Don't tell me you just miss having someone to fish with-or play chess?"

keep at it all day until he

darted away for a second,

and homemade cake. The memory of yesterday's fishing trip flashed through his mind-Grandpa had dragged him out at five in the morning and

in front of her, then shot

me is a privilege—there are

at Manley. But Manley—his legs now fully recovered and stronger than ever-dodged

day's fishing with Grandpa was an endurance test,

with indignation. "You

and son were still bickering when a sudden, thunderous

the hell thinks they can pound on the Carmichaels' door like that?" Weston sprang to

the door open, ready to let loose, only to find Travis standing there, face cold