The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 569

Aside from the little boy and his mother, plenty of other people were leaving comments.

“Hey, I owe you an apology for last time. Turns out your advice really worked! I had someone with the flu at home, followed your instructions, and it made a real difference.”

“Same here! I took care of my dad the way you said, and he’s recovered now.”

“You’re amazing, honestly. We were too quick to judge—we never should’ve jumped to conclusions about you.”

“You keep refusing gifts, but I have to send you something—otherwise I’ll feel guilty forever!”

...

Even though Citrine had made it clear she wouldn’t accept gifts, people still wanted to show their gratitude.

But when they tried to send her something, they realized the gift function on her stream was disabled.

Someone typed, “Hey, why did you turn off gifts?”

“Yeah, I wanted to send you a little something to say thanks!”

“Citrine, can you turn the gift option back on?”

...

Seeing the messages, Citrine smiled and said, “I’ve told you all before—my advice is always free, and I won’t accept any gifts. Please, there’s no need.”

After that, more people started asking about their own health issues. As long as it was something that didn’t require medical equipment to diagnose, Citrine offered her suggestions and treatment plans.

It was about an hour and a half before she finally ended the stream.

For the next few days, whenever Citrine had free time in the evenings, she would pop on to livestream for a bit. After several days of this, her follower count on the platform had jumped by nearly fifty thousand.

——

Inez nodded. “Exactly. Your father’s right.”

Hilda could only sigh and say nothing more.

The thought of finally meeting their granddaughter had the elderly couple so excited they could barely contain themselves. From the moment they sat down, they kept checking the time and glancing toward the door, barely sparing a thought for their beloved daughter who was still lying in bed.

They waited from midday until evening, but Citrine never showed up. Slowly, their eager anticipation faded into disappointment.

Inez asked quietly, “Sweetheart, do you know when our granddaughter will be here?”

Herschel chimed in, “Will we get to see Citrine tonight?”

Hilda looked at her parents’ hopeful faces and let out a long sigh. “Citrine sometimes drops by, but there’s never a set time. She hasn’t come these past couple of days, and I have no idea if she’ll show up tonight.”

Glancing at the door, a quiet hope flickered in Hilda’s eyes.