The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 354

Jeanette let out a cold laugh. “It’s not just me—Citrine knows everything too.”

She paused to collect her thoughts before continuing. “To be precise, Citrine has always known what you did. I only found out after she left the Iverson family, when I went through her old laptop and saw those surveillance videos. Norton, what you did was far more vicious than anything I’ve done.”

Norton stayed silent, so Jeanette pressed on, her tone almost casual. “Let me be honest with you. I was the one who locked you in that room. I’m the reason you missed your entrance exams. And when you fell into the lake, it was Citrine who ran to get help for you. I just took credit for what she did.”

As her words sank in, Norton felt his heart plummet. Pain twisted across his face, and he clutched his head, barely able to breathe.

Oh God. All these years—what had he done to Citrine? Time and again, he’d nearly gotten her killed.

What shattered him even more was the realization that Citrine had always known about the things he’d done in secret. She’d known everything.

She was just a kid back then—a little girl who found out her own brother had tried to hurt her, over and over. She must have been devastated.

Norton squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted in misery.

Suddenly, rage flared in him. He glared at Jeanette, then marched over and slapped her hard across the face. The sound cracked through the room.

“Jeanette, how could you be so cruel? If it weren’t for you, we never would have blamed Citrine for any of this!”

The blow sent Jeanette’s head snapping to the side, a vivid handprint blooming on her cheek. She stared at Norton in disbelief. “You dare hit me?”

“You deserved it,” he spat, his voice trembling with anger. “After everything you’ve done—you’re the one who drove Citrine away. If not for you, she’d still be part of this family.”

Norton’s eyes burned red as he glared at her, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

Jeanette almost laughed, incredulous. “You Iversons are something else. The real culprit here is you—all of you.”

She gave a harsh snort. “Didn’t Citrine try to explain? Did any of you listen?”