The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 662

The sting on her cheek was burning, but suddenly, Leda had a new idea.

Right in front of everyone, she collapsed dramatically to the floor, clutching her face and wailing, "Ms. Carmichael, how could you hit me? Even if I accidentally knocked over the cake, you can't just slap me!"

Her voice rang out loud and shrill, her cries exaggerated and desperate, drawing a crowd almost instantly.

People began murmuring, each with their own reaction.

"Wow, and here I thought the Saunders family's heiress was some kind of saint. Turns out she's an abuser at heart. Who hits someone over a piece of cake?"

"It was just an accident-a cake can be replaced! But hitting someone? That's completely out of line."

In the midst of lively conversation with a few guests, Hilda heard the commotion. Her brow furrowed as she made her way over.

spotted Leda sitting on the floor and couldn't help but ask, "Leda,

Leda felt a surge of satisfaction. She'd always known Ms. Saunders cared about her. So what if Citrine was her real daughter? They'd only been reunited for a few

lifelong friends, and Hilda had treated Leda almost like her own child, covering all her expenses every year. Every summer,

that love, surely that wouldn't change just because her

"Ms. Saunders, I'm so sorry. I accidentally

tiny, trembling voice, "She got really mad and slapped me. My face

really her fault,” Leda added quickly, as if defending Citrine, though her tone dripped with wounded

in the business world, she'd seen every manner of manipulator-this kind of petty drama was nothing new. A bit of cunning in a young woman

Leda was her

er best friend's

her grow up. After her

all those years

remembered that kindness, and, at her friend's urging, had once even considered making