The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 529

A flaying? Surely it won't come to that, right?

Citrine could sense both respect and a hint of fear in Monica's tone whenever she spoke of Hilda.

Trying to picture her aunt, Citrine ventured carefully, "Is your aunt really that terrifying? She never seemed harsh to me."

Her own experience with Hilda had always been gentle and kind-Citrine remembered soft words and warm smiles. What she didn't realize was that Hilda reserved that tenderness for her alone.

Wade's eyes widened in disbelief at Citrine's question. "Terrifying? That's an understatement. When Aunt Hilda loses her temper, she's downright savage."

"You have no idea, sis. I grew up under her iron rule. The worst time? She broke several of my ribs. No joke."

He was just getting into the story when Monica pinched his arm, hard.

would you say that? Do you want to scare

shut up, rubbing his arm

to explain, "Don't listen to him, Citrine. Aunt Hilda has a temper, sure, but she's not some unreasonable tyrant. And that business with Wade's ribs? He kept sneaking out for illegal street races, nearly got himself killed.

our aunt is strict with us, really strict sometimes, and yeah, she's got a heavy hand. But she never punishes us out

"She might not be an easy person, and maybe she isn't

for Citrine, though they hadn't known each

these things

Monica finished, Citrine's eyes

reluctance to accept the Saunders family. But some things needed to

"you were born into our family with so much hope and love. We all care for you, but

found out she was pregnant. She was only in her early twenties. The moment she

stunned.