The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 547

Saunders Manor.

The internet was ablaze with rumors, and by now, every member of the Saunders family knew what had happened.

At this point, Hilda saw no reason to keep things hidden any longer. She took it upon herself to tell Herschel and Inez Saunders everything about finding her daughter.

“Mom, Dad, Citrine really is my daughter. Here’s the DNA test,” Hilda said, pulling the document from her bag and handing it to them.

The older couple exchanged a stunned glance before reaching out to take the paper from Hilda’s hand.

Across the room, Monica and Wade stared at Hilda in shock.

Monica’s eyes widened. “Aunt Hilda, didn’t Citrine refuse to do the test with us? How did you get it?”

Hilda’s tone was calm. “At the Scales’ birthday party, I managed to get one of the glasses Citrine had used from a waiter.”

As Herschel and Inez read the results, their eyes filled with tears.

Overwhelmed with relief, Inez wept openly. “We’ve finally found our sweet granddaughter.”

Herschel stayed silent, but the emotion in his eyes made it clear just how moved he was.

But as they looked at the photo of their granddaughter, a grim realization seemed to hit them. Their expressions suddenly hardened, turning ashen.

Inez’s voice trembled with anger. “Dick and his family are monsters. How dare they treat our precious girl so cruelly? Someone ought to break his legs!”

Herschel didn’t argue. He simply nodded grimly. “I’ll find out where he is right now. That bastard won’t get away with it tonight.”

She looked at them and said, “Let’s not bring this up again. Of course I’d be happy if Citrine wanted to come home, but if she doesn’t, I’ll respect her wishes.”

The light in Inez and Herschel’s eyes dimmed instantly.

Wade, usually the most easygoing of them all, was the first to speak up, unable to hide his confusion.

“But why? Citrine’s a Saunders—she’s my sister, your daughter, Aunt Hilda. Why can’t we bring her home?”

A bitter look crossed Hilda’s face. How could she not want her daughter by her side? She dreamed of it every night.

Just then, Monica glanced at Hilda, her voice tentative. “Aunt Hilda, Citrine seems to really resent our family. Tonight, I couldn’t hold back and told her everything—you’ve spent years searching for her. I hoped it would ease things between you, but… it completely backfired.”