The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 56

Raymond's brow furrowed, clearly displeased. "Citrine is my daughter—of course she belongs here. If you don't want her around, I'll take her home myself."

Weston was left speechless by his son's retort. He simply snorted, then said nothing more.

Raymond turned to his daughter, his expression softening with concern. "Don't pay any attention to your grandfather, Citrine. He's old—his words aren't always the kindest."

"I know. I'm not bothered by him," Citrine replied with a faint smile.

Truth be told, Citrine didn't care about Weston's attitude. She hadn't come here to win his approval, and whether he liked her or not was none of her concern.

Weston: …He was still right here, wasn't he? Did this father and daughter think he was invisible?

There was still some time before the family dinner, but nearly everyone had already arrived.

Weston gathered the family together and began by introducing Citrine.

No matter how much he disapproved, Citrine was still part of the Carmichael bloodline, and since Raymond insisted on bringing her back into the fold, Weston would give her the respect she was due.

When he finished speaking, the rest of the family, seated on the sofas, turned their eyes to Citrine in unison.

Weston began the introductions in order. "This is your aunt, and beside her is your uncle."

Citrine glanced at the gentle-looking woman on the sofa and the broad-shouldered man next to her, nodding politely in greeting.

After introducing them, the old man turned his gaze to his second son.

"And this is your uncle."

Citrine looked at the handsome man, momentarily taken aback.

"These two are both children we adopted into the Carmichael family. To the outside world, they're known as our grandchildren. They're both outstanding. Citrine, you should try to learn from them," Weston declared, his voice booming with pride.

It was obvious how much he favored the pair.

The boy and girl were both strikingly attractive, but for reasons she couldn't explain, Citrine felt an inexplicable dislike for them. She gave a brief nod.

Finally, Weston introduced Travis.

The contempt in his eyes was unmistakable, and his tone turned noticeably cold. "This is your uncle's son—eighteen years old, a junior at Havencrest Technical College."

The boy had dyed blond hair and a black diamond stud in his left ear. His sharp features and careless air gave him an effortlessly rebellious charm as he lounged on the sofa.

Citrine looked at him and greeted him earnestly. "Hi, brother."