The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 134

She'd grown up under the old man's watchful eye, trained as if she were a boy, and had always excelled at sports.

Someone like Citrine—so slight she looked as if a stiff breeze could blow her over—wouldn't stand a chance against her, even if there were two of her.

This time, Citrine was doomed to lose.

"You're awfully persistent, aren't you?" Once again, Regina was insisting that she should get out of the Carmichael family. She really was fixated on kicking Citrine out, but her wish probably wouldn't come true today.

"No problem." Citrine accepted the challenge without hesitation.

After all, she had no intention of losing.

As soon as the warm-ups ended, the race began.

The starter's pistol cracked, and Citrine shot forward.

The sidelines were packed with students from Primus Academy. Amelia was among them, and even students who barely knew Citrine were cheering her on.

They'd made a banner for her, and in an instant, Citrine became the center of attention, stealing the spotlight from everyone else.

"Go, genius!"

"Let's go, Citrine!"

"You're the best, Citrine!"

The shouts from the crowd came in waves.

The students from Elegance Peak Academy, standing nearby, turned to watch the spectacle.

One of them scoffed, "Since when are the Primus Academy bookworms this united?"

"Yeah, I thought all they did was bury their noses in books."

"And that girl they're rooting for—Citrine, number one—she doesn't look like much."

He tapped the crutch. "Only you would show up to a sports meet with a busted leg."

"Can't argue with that," Carney and Springer burst out laughing.

"Laugh all you want," Travis grumbled, jabbing them with his crutch.

"Hey, Travis, you're late! Your sister just made a bet with Regina because of you. If you'd come sooner, maybe you could've stopped her. Regina wins the women's three-thousand-meter every year, and your sister—look at her, she's all skin and bones. She's not going to make it." Sylvan finally remembered the reason for his concern, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.

Travis turned his eyes back to the track. This time, he spotted the small figure at the very back, with Regina far ahead—an enormous gap between them.

He tore his gaze away and looked at Sylvan, his tone grave. "What did they bet?"

Sylvan explained, "If your sister wins, the guy from Elegance Peak who tripped you has to apologize and admit he did it on purpose. But if she loses, she has to leave the Carmichael family."

Travis's face darkened with every word, but underneath that icy exterior, for the first time in years, he felt a flicker of warmth.

Carney glanced at the field, his brows knitting in concern. "Travis, your sister's really putting herself on the line for you. If she loses, it'll all be over."