The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 643

Everyone was in high spirits-mainly because Monica and Wade had shouldered all the trouble themselves.

Citrine's health had improved, but she still couldn't overexert herself. Herschel and Inez, worried about tiring out their granddaughter, made sure she was settled in before quietly leaving the room.

Out in the hallway, Wade called after them in a plaintive voice, "Grandpa, Grandma, when you set up Citrine's room, did you really have to wreck ours in the process? You should come and see what our rooms look like now!"

Inez frowned in annoyance. "What's wrong with your rooms? Your grandpa and I were nice enough to get you both new furniture. Don't tell me you're ungrateful." "New furniture?" Wade almost laughed from sheer exasperation.

Trying to keep his temper in check, he said, "Grandma, do you mean those two sets of old mahogany furniture you and Grandpa got tired of ten years ago?"

Herschel and Inez exchanged a look and said nothing.

Their silence spoke volumes.

Wade was getting worked up. "Grandpa, Grandma, you could have ordered custom pieces or at least bought something new for Citrine. Did you really have to strip our rooms bare?"

Inez gave a dismissive snort. "You think I didn't want to? Most new furniture these days has all kinds of chemicals in it-formaldehyde and who knows what else. What if it affected my darling granddaughter's health? Your stuff is much safer."

Wade let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "So basically, Grandma, you're saying what happens to me and Monica doesn't matter?"

had always been at the bottom of the family totem pole. Monica never imagined she'd end up in the same boat.

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