The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 459

Ever since she’d found out her daughter was living at Verona Heights, Hilda didn’t hesitate—she moved in the very next day, settling into the apartment right below Citrine’s.

That afternoon, Citrine arrived home just in time to see Hilda in the middle of her move. Hilda, sunglasses perched on her nose, directed the movers with crisp efficiency, exuding her usual commanding presence.

As soon as she spotted Citrine, Hilda slid her sunglasses off. Her expression wavered between surprise and something like delight, as if she’d been caught off guard but was secretly pleased.

Citrine walked over, still unsure what to make of it all. “You moved into Verona Heights?”

Hilda nodded, lying smoothly. “Mm, it’s closer to the office. Much more convenient.”

Citrine had her doubts, but with that answer, she let it drop.

Glancing at the pile of luggage and boxes at Hilda’s feet, Citrine offered politely, “Need a hand with anything?”

Hilda smiled, waving her off. “No, no, I’ve got these guys to help me.” There was no way she’d let her daughter haul boxes around. Just the thought made her heart ache.

Citrine smiled faintly, realizing she wouldn’t get anywhere insisting, and made to leave. But just as she turned, Hilda called after her.

“Citrine, it’s my first night in the new place. To celebrate, I’ll make a special dinner—why don’t you come down and join me?”

Then, as if to reassure her, Hilda added, “I’m right below you, so it’s easy.”

Citrine agreed with a smile. Looking into her mother’s hopeful eyes, she just couldn’t bring herself to say no.

Back upstairs, Citrine took a long hot bath, then slipped into her robe and stretched out on the couch, letting herself get lost in a TV show.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned in Hilda’s kitchen. The once-spotless counters were buried under flour, vegetable peelings, and a growing stack of dirty pans. A skillet lay on the floor, still smoldering. Hilda hovered at the center of the storm, on the verge of despair.

Her whole life, she’d been the picture of authority—a powerhouse in business. Who would’ve guessed she’d meet her match in home cooking?