The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 414

“Kali!” Both of them cried out at once.

“What happened? Who did this?” Theo’s face went pale. Kali had always been fragile, like a porcelain doll, and seeing her like this made his heart ache.

Without hesitation, he shot a glare at Citrine, who stood off to the side, detached and unconcerned. His voice shook with anger. “Was it her? Did she do this?”

Kali, on the verge of tears, shook her head quickly. “No, Citrine’s just a kid. Don’t be mad at her, big brother. It was my fault—I tripped and hit myself.”

Hearing his little sister defend Citrine, Theo’s expression darkened further. He glared at Citrine with barely contained fury. “You’d better watch yourself.”

With that, Theo yanked Hastings away from Kali’s side and fixed him with an icy stare. “If anything happens to my sister tonight, I swear, you’ll regret it.”

He didn’t wait for a reply—he just bent down, scooped Kali into his arms, and carried her straight out of the lounge.

Quentin, who was usually the class clown, suddenly looked deadly serious.

He rounded on Hastings, his voice a harsh bark. “Hastings, Kali has aplastic anemia. If anything goes wrong, neither Theo nor I will ever forgive you.”

Hastings’ face had gone grim as well. He’d grown up with Kali; of course he knew her condition. But faced with his friends’ accusations, he could only swallow his protest and keep quiet.

Quentin turned his glare on Citrine, who remained impassive, arms crossed, face unreadable. “You really are something else,” he spat. “If anything happens to Kali, you will pay for it.”

Citrine, who had been content to watch from the sidelines until now, finally reacted. Her eyelids twitched; she turned, and without warning, slapped Quentin hard across the face.

“You did not just hit me!” Quentin gaped, clutching his cheek in disbelief. Not long ago, he’d been humiliated by Citrine at the Titan Showdown tournament; now she’d struck him again. Rage boiled up inside him.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll help you with that,” Citrine said coldly, her tone flat.

She’d thought that after all this time, Hastings would at least give her the benefit of the doubt, wouldn’t rush to judge her like he had in her previous life. But clearly, she’d overestimated him.

A leopard never changes its spots.

But maybe that was for the best. After all, now that he’d finally fallen for her, it was time for him to learn what heartbreak really felt like.

Last time, Kali’s scheme to frame her had only happened after she and Theo became a couple. In her last life, this scene had played out when she was twenty. She hadn’t expected it to come two years earlier in this one.

If she was right, Theo and the others would soon try to force her to donate blood to Kali.

That was the moment, in her past life, when she’d officially become Kali’s personal blood bank—forced to give, again and again, for six or seven long years, whenever Kali needed it.