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?"

look. "What

his lips

"imposter" of a sister earlier, Wade buried his face in his hands, wishing he could slap some

still staring at Citrine, her gaze unwavering. Curiosity got the better of him. "Aunt Hilda, who's that

"Just someone with no sense of self-

Wade shudder reflexively. At home, whenever Aunt Hilda

facing each other, a

months since Citrine last saw

felt nothing her heart was utterly

haggard, his skin almost ghostly pale, eyes sunken and dull.

She remembered Sawyer as someone who took meticulous care of himself, obsessed with a healthy lifestyle and getting enough sleep. His motto had always

broken-it was clear that learning Jeanette wasn't really his daughter had hit

was his

myself clear before.

Sawyer's

as if x with

slept in days. His

It was my fault."

I'm

his last fever and hospital stay, all his memories had