The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 426

Hilda's heart clenched, and she fixed her gaze on the staircase.

Just then, Citrine appeared, coming down the stairs beside another girl. The two seemed deep in conversation, Citrine's lips curled into a gentle smile, her eyes warm and kind.

Hilda stared, frozen on the spot, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't move, couldn't look away.

She looked even more like the photos-no, more real, more certain. In that moment, Hilda was sure: this was her daughter.

Without a second thought, Monica called out, her voice echoing through the hall. "Citrine!"

Citrine glanced over and spotted Monica. What was she doing here?

Her expression barely shifted, but she frowned just slightly, then turned to the girl beside her. "Jane, go on ahead. I have something to take care of."

As Jane left, Citrine headed toward Monica.

Only when she drew closer did Citrine realize Monica wasn't alone. There was another woman standing beside her a woman in a deep burgundy coat, her lips painted a bold red, exuding confidence and poise.

Citrine faltered for a brief moment when she saw the woman's face.

She'd been surprised when she'd seen her photo in those files, but nothing could compare to seeing her in person.

instead of resentment,

past, she might have demanded answers: why did you give birth to me only to

both Monica and Hilda. Then, in a measured tone, she addressed Monica, her voice

Monica didn't seem offended.

her. "This is my aunt, Hilda. She's visiting

at a loss for words, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her voice trembled, thick

stopped, searching

almost in a rush, she added, "Just call me Aunt Hilda. That's

boardrooms and

flustered, tongue-tied

small, understanding smile and softly greeted,

in,

there's a great

her eyes. "Maybe

dimmed at the

on, undeterred. "Come on, it won't take

all. You could show us around,

couldn't refuse again

"

she