The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 425

Citrine was the name Hilda had chosen for her daughter long before she was born.

Even before the baby’s first heartbeat, Hilda had already decided: her little girl would be called Citrine.

On the day Citrine was born, Hilda crafted a delicate silver locket for her newborn. She engraved the name “Citrine” into the metal herself—a simple, loving promise for her daughter’s future.

But when her daughter disappeared, that locket vanished with her.

Now, a surge of emotion washed over Hilda as she looked at Monica, her voice turning grave. “Send me her information,” she said.

Monica had been waiting for this moment, her heart leaping with hope. “Aunt Hilda, I already sent you her file ages ago. You just never checked it.”

Hilda’s expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it and opened their message thread. Sure enough, there it was—Citrine’s profile.

She tapped it open, and before she could even scroll down, a photograph caught her breath.

A young woman smiled at the camera, her high ponytail bouncing with youthful energy.

Hilda’s gaze lingered on the girl’s face.

Those features, that gentle curve of the jaw, the shape of her eyes—she looked so much like Hilda herself.

Just looking at her filled Hilda with a warmth she’d never known before, a sense of belonging that felt almost instinctive.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she asked Monica, “Can I meet her?” Even though she knew disappointment was possible, Hilda couldn’t bear the thought of not trying.

Before Monica could answer, Hilda pressed on, her voice trembling with urgency. “I want to see her now.” Deep inside, she was convinced—this was her daughter.

Monica hesitated, rising from her seat. “It might not be so easy,” she admitted, glancing at Hilda with uncertainty.

She explained, “I met Citrine through Sylvia. Maybe I was a bit too eager last time—she must have realized I wanted to get a DNA sample. After that, I asked Sylvia to arrange another meeting, but Citrine turned down every invitation.”