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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 72
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Chapter 73 In just a couple of sentences, Citrine had laid bare the real motives of the Iverson family.

Meeting her icy gaze, Sawyer felt his heart sink. The words he'd intended to say caught in his throat, and he swallowed them down with difficulty.

"Citrine, when are you coming home?" Sawyer finally managed, his voice strained. In that moment, he looked every bit the anxious father, longing for his daughter's return.

But Citrine only found the scene bitterly ironic. The smile on her lips never reached her eyes. "Have you forgotten, Mr. Iverson? I'm a Carmichael now. My nis Citrine Carmichael." Once upon a time, she might have wagged her tail for even the smallest scrap of affection. But those days were over. She wasn't that foolish girl anymore.

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Her clear, unwavering voice carried through the room, so everyone in the Iverson family heard her words loud and clear.

Jeanette's eyes narrowed just a fraction, suspicion flickering within her. Feigning innocence, she asked, "What do you mean, the Carmichael family's daughter?" Then, turning to play the concerned sister, she added, "Sis, what are you talking about?" Sawyer went pale, exchanging a swift, alarmed glance with Norton. The two of them were the only ones who knew Citrine had found her birth father. Sawyer had made Norton promise to keep it secret, so no one else in the family knew the truth.

But no one had expected Citrine to drop the bomb herself, right in front of everyone.

Seeing the confusion on the faces of the others, Citrine raised an eyebrow. "Looks like Sawyer hasn't told you yet." Sawyer stared at this daughter who seemed like a complete stranger, dread rising in his chest. He blurted out, "Citrine, please don't say that. No matter what, you'll always be part of the Iverson family if you want to be." Even though Citrine was nothing like the girl he remembered, Sawyer couldn't bear to lose her.

Disgusted, Citrine let out a cold laugh. "Who the hell wants to be part of your family?" "I've found my real father. From now on, I have nothing-absolutely nothing-to do with the Iversons." Her words were sharp, leaving no room for argument. She was done with them, once and for all.

The room fell into stunned silence. Everyone stared at her, their expressions tangled and unreadable.

It was as if they were all thinking the sthing: Is she really that naive? Citrine rolled her eyes. "What are you looking at? You should be happy-no one's going to fight you for the inheritance anymore." They really should have felt relieved. But for sreason, Citrine's words stole away any satisfaction they might have had.

Of all people, Jeanette should have been the happiest. Strangely, she felt no joy at all; for the first time, she couldn't read Citrine.

Only Sawyer was left staring at his daughter, dazed. She could have kept this to herself, but she'd chosen to say it out loud.

He could see the truth in her eyes-she truly loathed the Iversons and wanted nothing more to do with them.

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Realizing this, Sawyer felt as though someone had cut his heart open. The pain was sharp and raw.

Back at the Carmichael estate, Citrine finally pulled a voice recorder from her pocket.

The next morning, the recording hit the top of social media trends, and the inteexploded.

"Are the Iversons complete morons?"

"Their biological daughter frames the adopted one, and then expects her to clear her nfor them? What a bunch of shameless creeps." "What kind of garbage is that dad and those two brothers spewing? Guess you never know pain until the knife's in your own chest, huh?"

"They keep saying they're sorry, but it's obvious they're just trying to force just Citrine to cover for Jeanette. Rich familles really are the masters of hypocrisy."

"I swear, Jeanette and her mom are both pieces of work. Citrine, the actual victim, barely gets a word in before those two start the waterworks. If they're the kind of people who'd steal her allowance and set her up, what does that tell you? Maybe in a past life they were plastic bags-totally empty inside."