The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 477

A splitting pain exploded in Sawyer’s head, forcing his eyes wide open.

Fragments of old, half-buried memories began to surface with an unsettling clarity.

“Citrine, as the Iversons’ adopted daughter, you can’t compete with Jeanette.”

“Citrine, you’re not really family. You can’t work at the company. Jeanette is the future heir of the Iverson Group—she’s different.”

“Citrine, I took you in and raised you. Without me, where would you be? Now that something’s happened to Jeanette, even if it’s only to repay me, you must donate your kidney to her.”

“Citrine, as an adopted daughter, your background just doesn’t match the Glenwood family. Your sister likes Theo—so stay out of their relationship.”

Every single word came from his mouth.

He had hurt her so many times.

Sawyer’s eyes burned red, his lips parted as if to speak, but not a single word made it out.

Who is he putting on this pitiful act for now? Citrine let out a cold laugh, her teeth clenched. “Everyone who hurt me in my past life—I won’t let any of you go. That includes you, Sawyer.”

She gave him one last warning. “If you want to live a little longer, I’d suggest you never show your face in front of me again.”

With that, Citrine turned on her heel and walked away.

As she moved to leave, panic flashed across Sawyer’s face. Suddenly, with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

“I’m sorry, Citrine.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Citrine glanced back at him. His desperate kneeling didn’t even register—she just gave a frosty smile, then stalked up to him, her voice full of disdain.

“Save the theatrics. Don’t embarrass me at the gates of our university. Are you trying to make me a headline?”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sawyer stared in disbelief at the woman in front of him.

“What am I doing? Slapping a piece of trash like you,” Hilda spat, shooting him a murderous glare as she pulled Citrine protectively behind her.

Citrine was startled for a moment, then saw Hilda standing before her like a mother bear shielding her cub.

Hilda’s voice was sharp with warning. “Touch our Citrine again and I’ll break your hand.”

This man—he’d adopted Citrine, only to mistreat her all these years.

Hilda’s fists clenched at the memory of everything she’d read in the investigator’s report. She wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

Wade didn’t know Sawyer, but he instantly disliked the man. Planting himself in front of Hilda and Citrine, Wade glared at Sawyer and spat, “Get lost. If you ever bother my sister again, you’ll regret it.”