The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 642

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Citrine said politely.

Watching Herschel and his granddaughter chatting away for so long, Inez couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy. “Alright, it’s time to save the family reunion for when Citrine’s feeling better. For now, let me show you the bedroom I’ve prepared for you, Citrine.”

She smiled. “Would you like Grandma to take you upstairs to see your room?”

“Yes, please.” Citrine’s lips curved in a gentle smile as she rose from the sofa.

Herschel blinked in disbelief. Wasn’t it supposed to be their bedroom for Citrine, set up together? When did it become just Inez’s project?

Hilda followed Inez upstairs. The moment she saw the room prepared for her daughter, she froze in surprise.

This had once been her parents’ master bedroom—the biggest room in the old house, with the best views. She’d never expected her parents would give up their own room so Citrine could have it.

Even Citrine paused in the doorway. She’d noticed from outside that this was the sunniest, most enviable room in the entire villa.

And inside, the furniture and décor were all in the modern style young people loved—though here and there, some quirky, old-fashioned touches peeked through, a little out of step with current trends. But Citrine could feel the care behind it all; it was obvious her grandparents had decorated the place themselves, just for her, before she arrived.

She turned, about to say something, when she caught sight, quite by accident, of the red mark on Inez’s palm. Citrine pressed her lips together, a wave of bittersweet emotion rising in her chest.

When her granddaughter didn’t say anything for a while, Inez asked, softly and a little anxiously, “Citrine, do you like it?”

Worried Citrine might just be pretending to be pleased, Inez hurried to add, “If you don’t, that’s perfectly alright—we’ll fix it up however you want, sweetheart.”

The gentle care and affection in her grandmother’s words touched Citrine deeply.

She smiled. “I love it, Grandma. Thank you—and thank you, Grandpa, too.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Inez beamed, her spirits instantly lifted by Citrine’s approval.

Looking closer, she realized both rooms now looked exactly the same—equally hideous.

Wade was beside himself. “Those were my rarest collectibles! I saved up for ages to buy those—how am I supposed to live without them?”

“That’s it, I’m calling the police. I have to.” Wade whipped out his phone.

Monica burst out laughing. “The police? Are you out of your mind? You want to get smacked?”

She snatched the phone out of his hands. “Come upstairs and see for yourself.”

This wasn’t a burglary—it was a clean sweep.

When they made it upstairs, they found their missing furniture and decorations proudly displayed in the bedroom Grandma had set up for their little sister. Wade’s prized racecar models now sat in the place of honor, right in front of the TV.