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.

"Why would you say that? Do you

instantly shut up, rubbing

of their aunt in Citrine's mind, hurried 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

and yeah, she's got a heavy hand. But she never punishes us out of nowhere. We're all a little afraid of her, but we respect

not be an easy person, and maybe she isn't the world's best aunt, but she

vulnerability in front of others. As for Citrine, though they hadn't known each other long, Monica could already sense the same stubborn

these

finished, Citrine's eyes grew colder, her expression

and she could feel Citrine's reluctance to

were born into our family with so much hope and love. We all care

The moment she knew she wasn't scared-she was thrilled. She told the whole family that day and insisted she was keeping

was stunned.