The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 612

"Prepared? Prepared for what? What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Hilda grabbed Nathanael by the collar, her eyes red and brimming with tears that spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Nathanael could tell Hilda understood all too well. He knew just how heartbroken she was, so he only gently pried her trembling hands from his shirt. He didn't have the heart to say those two cruel words out loud.

Weston, overhearing this, nearly fainted from shock.

Travis couldn't handle it either. The teenager bolted from the room, finding somewhere to sob in secret.

Manley was stunned by how things had unfolded and was racked with guilt.

He spotted Raymond sitting on a bench, looking utterly empty-like a puppet with all the strings cut. Manley slowly walked over and took a seat beside him.

he didn't even acknowledge Manley's presence. Out of nowhere, Manley spoke. "I'm sorry." His voice

retort just to keep the upper hand. But now, Raymond couldn't muster the energy to care, or the interest to wonder why Manley was acting

why I care about

waiting for a response, Manley went on, "It's because Citrine saved both

first time, his eyes flickered with life

eyes darting with suspicion, like some half-wild animal. The first time we met, she was so hungry she tried to steal some bread from

Travis and she got along instantly, and I grew attached to her, I too. Just

to bring her home with us. She agreed. But the next morning, she was S gone-vanished without a trace. That's when I realized she'd

trusted us. After she

were