The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 192

She huffed, "Travis, you're honestly terrifying. I must have been blind to ever fall for you."

Dulcie, looking genuinely aggrieved, turned to Citrine and said, "It's all my fault—I never saw Travis for who he really was. That's why you misunderstood him, Citrine."

Citrine: "…"

Travis: "…" What was he really like, anyway?

······

Most of the students at Havencrest Technical College who'd taken Citrine's tutoring sessions had done exceptionally well on their exams. Each of them had brought a little gift for Citrine as thanks.

Travis carefully gathered every present, making sure to keep them safe for his sister.

After the meal, just as they were about to leave, another group approached—a cluster of middle-aged adults heading straight for Citrine.

At the front was a man with a kindly face. Seeing Citrine, he reached out, clearly excited.

"Citrine, I'm the principal of Havencrest Technical College. I heard from our students that you were here, so I came over with a few of my colleagues. I hope we're not intruding."

Citrine shook his hand politely and nodded. "Hello, Principal. Not at all, it's a pleasure."

The principal's gratitude was heartfelt. "Citrine, thanks to you, Havencrest's average score on the finals actually surpassed Elegance Peak Academy's this year."

When he'd first heard the news, he'd assumed someone had made a calculation error—but it was true. After years of being overshadowed and snubbed by Elegance Peak Academy, the principal finally felt a sense of vindication. For once, his school could hold its head high.

He signaled for the people behind him to bring forward several large boxes. "Citrine, these are our gifts to you from the school. Please, you must accept them."

Citrine had meant to refuse, but seeing how insistent the principal was, she finally accepted the gifts.

Noticing that Amelia was hanging back, Citrine tugged her over. "Come on, Amelia. Pick out something you like. Take as much as you want."

"Thank you," Amelia said softly, her heart full.

She knelt beside Dulcie, choosing a few cute notebooks.

But Citrine noticed Amelia only picked out some stationery. Before they left, she grabbed several cameras and instant cameras from the box and stuffed them into Amelia's bag.

"Citrine, this is really too much." Amelia knew those cameras were expensive brands; she hadn't dared take even one. Now Citrine was loading her up with several, and she felt a lump in her throat.

"It's not too much. Trust me—when you get home, if your little brother tries to snatch one away, just hand it over and send him packing," Citrine said, making sure the cameras stayed put.

Citrine knew a bit about the Lawsons' situation. If Amelia only took one camera home, it would end up with her brother and she'd never get to use it herself.