The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 513

Compared to Monica and Wade, Hilda's face was unreadable; if anything, her expression had grown a shade darker.

Wade and Monica exchanged a puzzled glance before Wade finally spoke up. “Aunt Hilda, shouldn't you be happy for your niece? Citrine's accomplished so much-why do you look so grim?"

As their words faded, Citrine, too, turned to Hilda in confusion, her eyes searching her mother's face.

Noticing her daughter's bewildered gaze, Hilda gave a bitter smile. "My poor Citrine she must have suffered so much over the years."

She went on quietly, "If Citrine's only this outstanding because she's endured so much hardship, then I almost wish she'd grown up a rebellious child who didn't care about grades or 'success.' I'd rather she be ordinary and happy than brilliant and hurting."

Aside from what had happened to Citrine overseas, Hilda had investigated every detail of her daughter's life back home.

Before turning three, Citrine had been taken away by a middle-aged man—a drunken gambler who abused her and forced her to scavenge for scraps to feed them both.

Then, she'd been adopted by Sawyer Iverson. For less than a year, life seemed to improve, until Sawyer brought Aline and her daughter home. From then on, peace vanished from Citrine's life. At eleven, the Iverson family eventually sent her away to Mirage Cay.

Though Hilda's contacts hadn't been able to uncover what had happened to Citrine on Mirage Cay, she knew all too well the island's reputation. The horrors there were said to make even her difficult life at home seem mild by comparison.

her poise, her achievements, but only she knew how many scars and hardships lay beneath the

trembling as if she couldn't believe her mother would

Citrine had been taught that strength was the only way

had to be

about her achievements;

the warmth of a mother's

gaze lingered on her, Citrine looked away, uneasy and awkward. She lied, "I've been fine. No one's ever

her head, guilt and pain flickering in her eyes, but when she looked up again,

the Watkins family held their annual charity gala in

a point in her career where attending such events was optional, but with

still

connections-every gala was an opportunity to meet new contacts, size up business leaders, and decide where to extend her next olive

news had spread like wildfire: not only was Citrine CEO of the CICI Group, but she was also the top research specialist at the World's leading medical

gone to extraordinary lengths to sneak in. Their reputations in Crestwood had been in tatters since Scales's birthday, so scoring a invitation was impossible-if

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