The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 225

At that moment, Weston’s mind was already racing with wild possibilities.

Maybe the girl had been upset by something at the birthday dinner today. Young people get frustrated—it’s perfectly normal. Maybe she just wanted to vent her anger and did what she did to make herself feel better. That wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable.

Or maybe she was just too young to understand how precious those pills really were.

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Weston ran through countless scenarios in his head, but when he heard Citrine’s casual reply, his eyes widened in shock. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak.

“Oh, those things? I’ve got plenty of them,” Citrine said with a nonchalant shrug, as if she were discussing something utterly mundane.

She actually had an entire stash of those pills back in her lab—she’d only recently finished developing them, and they were still practically fresh out of the oven.

Weston’s mind was reeling. “You… you’re calling that miracle drug just ‘those things’?”

That was Vitaflux she was talking about—the kind of life-saving medicine that money couldn’t even buy.

Before his words had even faded, Weston suddenly remembered the second half of Citrine’s sentence, and his expression grew even more incredulous. “Wait—you’re saying you still have more?”

He stared at her in disbelief.

Citrine just nodded, unfazed. “Yep. Loads.”

Weston swallowed, feeling as if he’d stumbled onto something earth-shattering. He looked at Citrine seriously, lowering his voice. “How much is ‘loads’?”

Citrine scratched her head, trying to recall the exact amount. After a moment, she answered earnestly, “Probably an entire cabinet full, I guess.”

“A cabinet?” Weston’s eyes grew even wider.

“Sure.” Seeing his interest, Citrine said offhandedly, “If you like, I’ll bring a few for you tomorrow.”

She was so generous about it, as if those pills were nothing special—as if giving them away was no big deal at all.