The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 598

As soon as the words left Theo’s mouth, Citrine started up the final flight of stairs.

Theo was overcome by a strange, inexplicable feeling. Deep down, he just didn’t want Citrine to go up there. His instincts screamed that if something happened to her, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. At this moment, gut feeling outweighed reason.

He pressed his lips together, blocking her path once more. “Citrine Carmichael, if you go up there today, you’ll die. But if you walk away right now, I’ll pretend you were never here. Talbot won’t hear a word about this from me.”

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, bitter sound. “Theo, you really are your father’s son.” Like father, like son—both so “kind and devoted,” she thought with a trace of sarcasm.

Theo’s expression shifted, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “Citrine Carmichael, I’m trying to help you.”

She looked at him with pure contempt. “If you really wanted to help, you should’ve told me last night that Talbot was going after my family, not waited until they’d already been taken. Don’t act like some hero now, expecting me to fall at your feet in gratitude just to stroke your ego.”

She spat out the words. “Pretending to help me, and you call that kindness? Disgusting.”

Theo’s face darkened, as if her words had drawn blood.

He let out a cold snort. “If you’re so set on rushing to your own death, then I’ve got nothing left to say.”

Citrine didn’t bother responding. She simply stepped around him and climbed the last flight to the rooftop.

She didn’t see the look on Theo’s face as she left—so dark it seemed to suck all the light from the stairwell.

The moment Citrine stepped onto the rooftop, she saw four people tied up near the edge, bound so tightly they looked like they’d been trussed by a professional.

Her face remained impassive, but her hands—hanging at her sides—curled into tight fists.

“So you finally made it.” Talbot’s eyes glinted as he spotted her.