The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 475

In the car, Wade sat up straight, knees together and hands neatly resting on his legs a far cry from his usual slouch and careless attitude.

He hadn't expected to run into Hilda at Crestwood University. With a nervous glance, he ventured, "Aunt Hilda, what are you doing here?"

But Hilda's attention was entirely fixed on Citrine, who stood outside the car a short distance away. She acted as if she hadn't even heard Wade.

The silence made Wade's heart race. He braced himself, half-expecting a lecture.

He started mentally reviewing his recent behavior, trying to remember if he'd done anything wrong in the past couple of days. But then, catching sight of his sister in the distance, he snapped back to the present-he had something far more important to say.

"Aunt Hilda, I found my sister!" Wade blurted out, excitement breaking through his

nerves.

Still, Hilda didn't respond.

Wade pointed eagerly through the window. "There-look! That's her!"

Hilda shot him a withering glance, as if he were an idiot. "Obviously," she said, then turned her gaze away.

Not a trace of surprise or shock crossed her face.

A realization dawned on Wade. "Aunt Hilda, the girl you and Monica found... You mean that's her? My actual sister?"

an exasperated look.

his lips together, falling

how he'd secretly cursed his "imposter" of a sister earlier, Wade buried his

unwavering. Curiosity got the better of him. "Aunt Hilda,

laugh was cold, almost chilling. "Just someone with no sense of

and unsettling, making Wade shudder reflexively. At home, whenever Aunt Hilda wore that expression, it usually meant someone was

stood facing each other, a

six months since Citrine

at him, she felt nothing her heart was utterly

almost ghostly pale, eyes sunken and dull. He seemed weighed down by exhaustion and

took meticulous care of himself, obsessed with a healthy lifestyle and getting enough sleep. His motto had always been to face life and work in

so disciplined now so broken-it was clear that

his

him coolly. "Mr. Iverson, I thought I made myself clear before. I don't see any reason for us to

Sawyer's

as if x with emotion.

slept in days. His

It was my fault."

I'm

since his last fever and hospital stay, all his memories had come back- memories