The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 461

Hilda's heart warmed as she watched her daughter anxiously eyeing her injured hand. In that moment, she almost wished the burn were worse—just to win a bit more of her daughter's sympathy.

The angry red mark on her hand stood out starkly, making Hilda wince. She quickly pulled herself together and turned to her daughter. "Come upstairs with me. Let's take care of this."

Right now, all Hilda could think about was her daughter, so she followed without question, standing up and heading upstairs alongside her.

Once there, Citrine rummaged through the hallway cabinet until she found the best burn ointment they had. Sitting across from her mother, she took Hilda's hand, gently pulling it closer, then began to dab the cooling cream onto the burn, bit by bit.

Noticing Hilda watching her so intently, Citrine assumed she was worried. "Don't worry," she said softly. "It won't leave a scar."

Scars were the last thing on Hilda's mind. All she could feel was her daughter's care-a tenderness hidden beneath that calm, detached exterior. For the first time, Hilda sensed the soft heart beneath Citrine's cool surface.

Just then, a sudden sound broke the stillness.

Citrine looked up at Hilda, but Hilda flushed with embarrassment and quickly pressed a hand to her stomach, glancing sheepishly at her daughter. After hours in the kitchen, she was absolutely starving.

you want to eat?

"You know how to

bankruptcy-and the Carmichael family even more so. Hilda had always assumed her daughter had never

her a small nod.

remote. "Put something on and relax.

Citrine left for the

the little creature didn't startle her instead, it

had managed to

conquer

approached, she reached out a hand, her voice warm. "Come

it understood, the kitten hopped onto the sofa and settled down

tag hanging from the kitten's collar.

happy birthday.

birthday, envied him for recognizing her