The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 258

The restaurant was empty now, save for Amelia Lawson and Citrine.

“Serves him right,” Amelia muttered, rolling her eyes as she watched Clifford’s retreating figure. “Honestly, watching those two siblings tear into each other was the most satisfying thing I’ve seen all week. I swear, it was almost therapeutic.”

Citrine didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said enough—she was in a remarkably good mood.

After leaving the restaurant, Clifford went straight to find Jeanette.

He refused to believe what she’d said earlier was true.

The classroom was nearly deserted when Clifford arrived. He quickly called Jeanette out, and the two of them made their way up to the school’s rooftop.

Once, these two siblings had been close. Now, standing face to face, neither of them spoke.

Clifford waited for Jeanette to explain. Jeanette waited for Clifford to get whatever he needed to say over with.

But Clifford just stood there, silent. Finally, Jeanette’s patience ran thin. She frowned, her voice clipped. “If you have something to say, say it quickly. It’s not a good look for people to see us together up here.”

As she spoke, her eyes darted anxiously around, as if expecting someone to appear at any moment and catch them.

Clifford’s eyes softened with a flicker of hope as old memories surfaced. His tone was quiet, almost pleading. “You stayed up with me for a day and a night, taking care of me. The doctor said if it hadn’t been for you doing everything just right, I might not have made it. When I woke up, I asked why you’d been so good to me, and you told me I was your brother—of course you’d take care of me. After that, I promised myself you’d always be the most important person in my life, after our brother.”

He looked at her, searching her face. “Jeanette, I remember everything you said. Please, tell me there’s something else going on. I don’t believe you’d really turn your back on me.” His voice broke with emotion.

Jeanette just felt annoyed. She couldn’t stand it when Clifford dredged up the past. She’d meant to brush him off, but the thought of him clinging to her at school made her uneasy.

She had her own plans for the future, and she refused to be saddled with the label of “Clifford’s little sister.”

Her eyes hardened, and she forced herself to say, “Clifford, it wasn’t me who took care of you back then. It was Citrine—the dumb one. Not me.”