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.

And yet, instead of resentment, Citrine felt... nothing at

have demanded answers: why did you give birth to

politely to both Monica and Hilda. Then, in a measured tone, she addressed Monica, her voice distant. "Miss

Monica didn't seem offended.

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

moment, she seemed at a loss for words, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her voice trembled, thick with emotion. "Citrine, hello,

searching for

added,

woman who commanded boardrooms and negotiated

tongue-tied

understanding smile and

jumped in, eager

almost lunch! I heard there's a great

a flicker of discomfort in her eyes.

eyes dimmed

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

this area at all. You could show us around, just

refuse again without

"

she