The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 154

"Grandpa, I'm heading to Aunt's place today," Citrine said, glancing at Weston with a look of relief, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Weston simply stared back at her, speechless.

Was playing chess with him really that torturous?

Once they left the old Carmichael estate, Salome drove Citrine back to the Everly family's house.

Both were in good spirits—at least, until someone blocked their path at the front door.

"Salome, you can't go in."

A woman stood there, arms outstretched, panic written all over her face as she blocked Salome's way.

It was Mabel Everly, Derrick Everly's younger sister and Salome's sister-in-law. Mabel had never liked Salome, but by now, Salome was used to it.

Who knew what nonsense she was up to today? Annoyed, Salome shoved her aside. "This is my house. Why shouldn't I be able to go in?"

Mabel looked even more flustered. "I mean it—you just can't go in right now."

What exactly are you hiding? Salome's eyes narrowed as a chilling suspicion dawned on her. She shot Mabel a cold glare. "Move."

Then, lowering her voice, she turned to Citrine and said gently, "Citrine, Auntie needs to take care of something. Why don't you head to my room and wait for me?"

"Okay." Citrine guessed something must've happened at Salome's house and nodded without hesitation.

Salome signaled a maid to take Citrine upstairs to her room, then strode straight towards Derrick's bedroom.

She was barely at the door when she heard the heavy, ragged breathing of a man, mixed with the sultry, uninhibited moans of a woman.

Those sounds… they were too ecstatic to mistake.

"Salome, Derrick and I love each other," the woman protested, her eyes filling with tears. "I know you don't like me, but you can't talk about me like that."

"Pathetic," Salome spat, striding forward and slapping the woman hard across the face.

The woman's expression twisted in pain as she clutched her cheek and huddled in Derrick's arms, whimpering, "Derrick, she hit me. It really hurts."

Derrick's eyes blazed with fury as he shielded the woman behind him. "Salome, how dare you lay a finger on Daisy!" Without warning, he kicked Salome hard in the chest, snarling, "I swear, I'll kill you!"

Salome crashed to the floor, gasping for breath. Derrick wasn't finished—he stormed over, grabbed her by the collar, and straddled her, landing slap after slap across her face like a man possessed.

That was the scene Citrine walked in on.

Her face went pale. Without thinking, she rushed forward and kicked Derrick off Salome. "Get away from her!"