The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 428

Monica stared at Hilda in disbelief. "What? You want to leave now?"

"Now," Hilda repeated, her tone brooking no argument.

Monica felt a crushing pressure settle over her. She had no choice but to get up and follow.

It wasn't until they'd paid the bill and stepped outside that Monica finally voiced her frustration. "Aunt Hilda, why didn't you push a little harder? If we just insisted, maybe Citrine would have agreed to the paternity test." Her disappointment was obvious.

Hilda's face returned to its usual icy composure as she looked at Monica.

"Foolish," she said coldly.

"She already did the test. Before we ever got involved, she knew exactly who she was."

"She denied being my daughter just now, but refused to take another test with me. That alone tells you she's hiding something. And when the test came up, did you notice her expression? It changed, just for a second. From the start, she's been too calm-like she's in complete control."

Hilda's voice was resolute. "All of this proves one thing: she knows everything. But she doesn't want to acknowledge me."

A flicker of sadness passed through Hilda's eyes.

When they got back, Hilda drove straight to the Glenwood estate.

saw Hilda approach, he lazily handed his rod to a waiting staff

slow, knowing smile. "Well, well, President Saunders. To what do I owe the

the pleasantries. "Talbot, I heard you've been meddling with

do you know about that? Wait-you actually

acknowledge her. After a moment, she said flatly, "She's under my protection. You're not to touch

protection? Since when does President Saunders have ties

voice turned colder. "That's none of your business. Just stay away

care so much about Citrine. In his mind, she

fell silent for a moment, then muttered, "You know my daughter needs a compatible blood donor. Citrine's a perfect match. What if I

Hilda's eyes

miss the warning in

scoffed. "You really are protective, President Saunders. I don't

Havencrest-what's she got on

face darkened, her stare icy enough

cold it burned. "Talbot, from this moment on, C. Corp is

stared at

his chair.

at her,