The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 227

Ever since Citrine auctioned off that Vitaflux at Elbert’s birthday celebration, Elbert had barely touched food or water. He’d spent days bedridden, his condition growing worse by the hour.

With no other options, Truman Jensen and Leila Jensen decided to visit the Carmichaels in person.

But Raymond shut the door on them before they could even state their case, sending them away without a second thought. Elbert himself hadn’t bothered to put on a pleasant face, either.

After hearing about how Elbert treated Citrine at the party, Raymond’s goodwill toward the Jensen family—old friends though they were—had evaporated almost overnight.

It went without saying: the Carmichaels had no intention of associating with the Jensens any further.

Leila and Truman hadn’t expected Raymond and Weston to be so unyielding. When they realized the family elders wouldn’t budge, they set their sights on Citrine instead.

That evening, upon learning that Citrine was studying at the library, they hurried over and waited outside until seven o’clock, when her silhouette finally appeared beneath the streetlamps.

Truman called out first, his voice carrying through the cool air. “Ms. Carmichael.”

Hearing her name, Citrine had already guessed who it was. She nodded, regarding them with a polite but distant expression—anything but warm.

After all, she’d never liked their family patriarch; it was only natural she didn’t think much of his grandchildren, either.

Truman offered a gentle smile. “Ms. Carmichael, would you mind sitting down to talk for a moment?”

“This is about the Vitaflux, isn’t it?” Citrine’s lips curved into a knowing smile, cutting right to the chase.

Truman was momentarily thrown by her directness, but then he managed a small laugh. “You’re as sharp as ever, Ms. Carmichael.”

“Thank you,” Citrine replied, mirroring his smile.