The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 220

She just didn’t know how to face it.

Citrine glanced away, doing her best to avoid meeting Weston’s eyes. Her posture was stiff, betraying her discomfort.

“I still have one more thing to do. I can’t leave just yet.” She tried to keep her voice as even and casual as possible.

“What is it?” Weston asked, clearly surprised.

“This.” Citrine reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black box.

Elbert, spotting the familiar object, immediately turned away with a look of annoyance. “Ms. Carmichael, you really ought to keep that thing for yourself.”

Weston frowned, about to scold Elbert, but Citrine gently caught his arm.

“Don’t get worked up. It’s bad for your health.”

Weston immediately reined himself in, a wave of warmth spreading through him as he looked at his granddaughter. She always knew how to take care of him—she was his little angel, always so considerate.

In that moment, Weston felt there couldn’t possibly be an old man more blessed than he was. He was just about to revel in the feeling when Citrine averted her gaze, moving on.

Weston: … Happiness is always so fleeting.

He consoled himself: It’s fine. Sometimes, even a brief moment is enough.

At that moment, Citrine turned to Elbert with a small, knowing smile, her voice carrying easily to the crowd. “You’re overthinking it. This isn’t for you.”

Elbert gave a dismissive snort, silently thinking he wouldn’t want that odd little thing even if she tried to give it to him.

With that, Citrine turned back to the assembled guests and, right in front of them all, opened the black box in her hand.

“Take a look, everyone.”

Inside the box rested a small, iridescent pill—delicate and lustrous, giving off a faint, herbal fragrance.