The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 132

"Just checking if you're dead yet."

Manley barely spared Travis a glance before turning his attention to Citrine.

"Uncle," Citrine greeted him politely.

The way these two interacted was downright bizarre. Citrine suddenly wondered if calling Manley over had been the right decision.

Manley grunted in acknowledgment, then, out of nowhere, asked her, "Why aren't you accepting it?"

Citrine instantly understood what he meant, but for a moment, she didn't know how to reply.

Ever since they'd exchanged numbers, Manley had been sending her two thousand dollars every day. Taking it once was one thing, but accepting it every single time made Citrine uncomfortable—especially since she'd only met this uncle a handful of times.

After a long pause, she finally answered, "Uncle, I haven't even spent the last two thousand you sent me."

"You haven't spent it yet?" Manley frowned, sounding almost disappointed. "If you can't spend it, try harder. Or just save it. Either way, take it."

Was her uncle secretly some kind of millionaire? Citrine stared at him, a little stunned and not sure if she should laugh or feel awkward. She swallowed and said, "I really don't think I should, Uncle."

"Just listen and take the money," he insisted, leaving no room for argument.

Seeing how determined he was, Citrine gave up protesting. She decided she'd talk to Raymond about it when he got home.

Meanwhile, Travis watched the two of them, completely lost.

"What money?" he asked Citrine, curiosity written all over his face.

Before Citrine could answer, Manley cut in, "None of your business."

"Maybe focus on your broken leg instead of everyone else's affairs."

Travis: "…"