The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 113

As a nod to the last time Weston had given her that jade bracelet, Citrine agreed to accompany Raymond back to the Carmichael family estate on Friday.

Before they left, Citrine asked the housekeeper and Adler to help load the gifts she'd prepared for the Carmichael family into the car. She'd actually picked out these gifts a while ago, but never got around to delivering them.

There were so many packages that Citrine and Raymond ended up arriving later than usual. By the time they got there, the entire Carmichael clan had already gathered—even Manley, who rarely came home, had shown up. Now, everyone was just waiting to sit down for dinner.

When Weston spotted Raymond entering, his gaze slid right past his son, darting repeatedly toward the front door. There was a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, tinged with a trace of anxiety.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Salome followed his line of sight toward the entryway, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise.

Weston was known for his stern demeanor, both outside and at home. Salome couldn't remember ever seeing her father drop his stoic facade and show real emotion like this. She was a little stunned.

"Nothing." When no one appeared at the door after a long pause, Weston's expression cooled, and his tone grew even sharper than usual.

Witnessing her father's sudden shift, Salome wisely kept her thoughts to herself and fell silent.

Men's moods really are as unpredictable as Havencrest's weather—changing in an instant, and old men are no exception.

Of course, Salome would only dare joke about that in her head. She'd never risk saying it aloud in front of her father.

A few minutes later, Citrine entered, balancing several boxes in her arms. Adler followed close behind, carrying the larger packages.

At the sight of Citrine, Weston's face finally softened a little. He seemed to remember what he'd just said, quickly glancing at his daughter and insisting, "I wasn't waiting for her, you know."

Immediately, every pair of eyes in the room turned to Weston.