The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 529

A flaying? Surely it won’t come to that, right?

Citrine could sense both respect and a hint of fear in Monica’s tone whenever she spoke of Hilda.

Trying to picture her aunt, Citrine ventured carefully, “Is your aunt really that terrifying? She never seemed harsh to me.”

Her own experience with Hilda had always been gentle and kind—Citrine remembered soft words and warm smiles. What she didn’t realize was that Hilda reserved that tenderness for her alone.

Wade’s eyes widened in disbelief at Citrine’s question. “Terrifying? That’s an understatement. When Aunt Hilda loses her temper, she’s downright savage.”

“You have no idea, sis. I grew up under her iron rule. The worst time? She broke several of my ribs. No joke.”

He was just getting into the story when Monica pinched his arm, hard.

She shot him a glare and hissed, “Why would you say that? Do you want to scare Citrine off?”

Wade instantly shut up, rubbing his arm sheepishly.

Monica, worried she’d just ruined the image of their aunt in Citrine’s mind, hurried to explain, “Don’t listen to him, Citrine. Aunt Hilda has a temper, sure, but she’s not some unreasonable tyrant. And that business with Wade’s ribs? He kept sneaking out for illegal street races, nearly got himself killed. Aunt Hilda only lost it because she was scared out of her mind.”