The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 131

Not long after Citrine left, the man tasked with keeping order suddenly received a message from the school, informing him he'd need to come in tomorrow to complete his resignation paperwork.

His hand trembled. He immediately remembered what that girl had said to him just moments ago; all the color drained from his face.

It was her. It had to be her.

***

Meanwhile, after dropping Travis off at the hospital, Citrine suddenly remembered something. After thinking it over, she sent Manley a quick message.

CICI: Uncle, Travis is hurt. He's at Havencrest Prime Medical Center.

Manley replied almost immediately.

Manley: He's not dead, is he?

Citrine stared at the message, her expression torn. She wasn't quite sure if Manley had sent that by mistake.

She hesitated, then typed another message.

CICI: Uncle, I have something I need to take care of in a little bit. Would you be able to come pick up Travis?

Manley: Are you there too?

Seeing his reply, Citrine finally let out a breath of relief. At least this time Manley hadn't said anything weird—otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to respond.

Before she could say anything else, another message popped up.

Manley: Give me ten minutes.

***

By now, Travis had just finished getting patched up. As the nurse helped him out of the treatment room, he spotted Citrine sitting in the waiting area, looking out for him.

The moment she saw him, Citrine stood and walked over, taking the nurse's place by his side.

Travis had been through his share of injuries growing up, and he'd always toughed it out alone. This was the first time anyone had accompanied him to the hospital, bustling around to help.

He opened his mouth, uncomfortable, and mumbled, "Thanks."