The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 150

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The truth was, Jeanette had started it. She'd taken the giant teddy bear Sawyer had given Citrine and shredded it to pieces. That's why Citrine shoved her. But afterward, Jeanette insisted that Citrine had destroyed the bear herself and was trying to frame her—and Sawyer believed her.

"Dad, it wasn't me. You have to believe me." Citrine's voice trembled for the first time as she stared at the stuffing and scraps of fabric scattered across the floor, fear flickering on her face.

Sawyer might not have realized what was happening, but Raymond saw it all too clearly. Citrine had sensed for a while now that Sawyer was planning to abandon her. She wasn't begging for his trust; she was begging him not to send her away.

For once, Sawyer didn't scold her. He didn't even respond to her plea—just reached out to gently ruffle Citrine's hair, his voice unusually soft. "Citrine, you'll be taken care of overseas. When the time is right, I'll bring you home. Okay?"

"Dad, it's my birthday today." Citrine looked up at him, her eyes pleading, hoping for any sign of mercy.

But Sawyer's heart was stone. "Be good. We'll celebrate together next year."

Raymond watched as the last spark of hope vanished from Citrine's eyes. She looked at Sawyer and asked quietly, "Dad, will I ever come back?"

Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Of course. This will always be your home."

And with that, Raymond could only watch as they sent Citrine away.

No sooner had she arrived in the new country than someone came to collect her.

The bodyguard escorting her didn't bother with introductions. He simply pushed young Citrine into the waiting black sedan.

The car drove straight to the docks and came to a halt. Apparently, they planned to continue by boat.

Citrine frowned, uneasy. "Aren't we going to a house? Why do we need a boat?"

One of the men sneered. "House? Your family already sold you to us." Surrounded by his own people, he no longer bothered to hide his intentions.