The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 164

"Hand over the medicine, now. If anything happens to Grandpa, it'll be your fault. Don't think for a second we'll ever acknowledge you again." Clifford's tone dripped with resentment; he still hadn't forgotten how Citrine embarrassed him on the tennis court last time. Just thinking about it made his blood boil, and now his attitude toward her was downright hostile.

Citrine almost laughed from sheer disbelief at how ridiculous the two of them were. She couldn't hold it in and let out a short, sharp laugh. "You Iversons really are shameless, aren't you?"

She scoffed, her voice icy. "If Holbrook's old illness is back, then let him die. Why are you coming to me? Why should I give him the medicine? What's he done to deserve it?"

"And you—" She jabbed a finger at Clifford, her disgust plain. "If it wasn't for me, Holbrook would have been dead long ago. The Iversons never thanked me for saving him, and now you want to guilt-trip me? Call me a sinner? That's nonsense. I'm Holbrook Iverson's savior—he should be on his knees thanking me for saving his life."

"As for your last threat? Don't make me laugh. The Iverson family? Please. Who do you think you are, that I'd ever want to be associated with you? I'd rather die than have anything to do with you people."

"Citrine, what the hell are you saying?" It was the first time Clifford had heard her curse the Iversons so viciously. He was stunned, his expression darkening almost instantly.

Citrine raised her voice, making sure he heard every word: "Let me repeat myself. My name is Citrine Carmichael. Don't you dare insult me." She wasn't about to let anyone saddle her with the Iverson name.

Sawyer, seeing how worked up Citrine was, grew even more anxious.

"Citrine, I know you're upset right now, but the Iversons did raise you. That's still your grandfather you're talking about. How can you be so heartless?" By the end of his sentence, Sawyer's face was grim, his tone hardening with a hint of threat.

Sawyer's frown deepened, his frustration peaking. "Citrine, what's happened to you? How can you be so cruel?"

Clifford looked at her with utter disgust. "You really can't compare to Jeanette. No wonder everyone likes her better than you." He almost felt guilty before, thinking he should make it up to Citrine for neglecting her. Now he realized what a waste of kindness that had been.

Their words didn't bother Citrine in the slightest. She just looked at them, her tone easy and unhurried. "You're right, I'm nothing like Jeanette. She's the kind one—why don't you go ask her for the medicine? I'm far too wicked to ever give it to you."

"Citrine, you—" Clifford was so angry he couldn't even get the words out.