The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 242

“Dad, maybe Citrine… maybe she doesn’t want us to bother her.” Sawyer pressed his lips together, clearly uneasy.

Holbrook let out a weary sigh and said quietly, “The person I’ve wronged the most in this life is Citrine. I don’t have much time left. I just want to see her one last time.”

“Alright. I promise I’ll do it.” Sawyer couldn’t stand hearing Holbrook talk like that and immediately agreed.

The next day, Citrine received a call from an unknown number—Sawyer’s.

When she learned that Holbrook wanted to see her before he died, the news caught her off guard.

After all, Holbrook had always treated her, his adopted daughter, with open disdain.

She didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to see her, but the thought of witnessing his misery at the end of his life made the visit feel worthwhile.

Half an hour later, Citrine arrived at the hospital, following Sawyer’s directions.

“Sawyer!” he called, waving as soon as he saw her approach the entrance.

Citrine strode over, her face expressionless. She didn’t even glance at Sawyer, her voice cool and detached. “Lead the way.”

Sawyer pressed his lips together, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. With a forced smile, he led Citrine down the hall to a standard hospital room.

Stepping inside, Citrine glanced around. A trace of mockery flashed through her eyes.

Holbrook had lived half his life in luxury. He probably never imagined he’d end up like this—unable to afford even a private hospital suite in his old age.

How pitiful.

Holbrook was stunned by the depth of her resentment. For a long moment, he was at a loss for words.

Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse, “Citrine, all these years… I failed you. I was too partial to Jeanette.” His eyes grew red as he spoke.

Citrine looked at him and felt nothing but contempt. Today’s misery was of his own making.

She paused, then continued, “Just because I was adopted, you never liked me. No matter what I did, it was never enough. But Jeanette? All she had to do was bat her lashes and you’d hand her the world—just because she was Sawyer’s biological daughter.”

“I was obedient, respectful, tried to be a good granddaughter. And what did I get? Your sharp tongue and endless scolding. Whenever I outshone Jeanette, you’d accuse me of scheming, of trying to steal her spotlight. No matter what happened between us, you always took her side.”

She leaned forward, voice steely. “Holbrook, don’t kid yourself. Even in death—I will never forgive you.”