The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 18

Although Citrine never breathed a word about the Iverson family in front of him, the old man knew full well just how cruel they'd been to her.

His concern warmed Citrine's heart. She hadn't planned to keep secrets from him, so she simply told her grandfather that she'd cut ties with the Iversons.

"What?" The old man sprang to his feet, outrage flaring in his eyes. "That Sawyer brat actually dared to treat you like this? I ought to wring his neck!"

Spotting the empty table and realizing there was nothing left for him to throw in his anger, Citrine quickly moved to calm him down. She gently patted his back, worried that his fury might get the better of him. "Grandpa, please, don't get so worked up."

She added softly, "I've already left the Iversons. And... I found my real father."

At the first bit of news, her grandfather finally let out a relieved breath. "Good. You're better off away from those fools. The Iversons never deserved your loyalty."

But then he caught her last words and stiffened, suddenly wary. "Your real father?"

Citrine nodded. "Yes. His name is Raymond."

The old man ruffled her hair, his expression turning a touch more serious. "Listen, sweetheart. If the Carmichaels ever treat you badly, don't forget you can always come home. As long as I'm here, you'll always have a place to belong."

He didn't try to persuade Citrine to stay. He knew, better than anyone, that she'd made up her mind. After all these years—after everything Sawyer had put her through—her longing for love had become an ache that ran deep, a fact he understood only too well.

Even now that she'd found her real father, her grandfather couldn't help but worry. All he hoped was that the Carmichaels wouldn't break her heart the way the Iversons had.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Eyes rimmed red, Citrine threw her arms around his neck. She knew her stubborn old grandfather wished she could stay by his side. The only reason he let her remain in Havencrest was because, in the end, he simply couldn't stop her.

Visits like this were rare, so Citrine decided to spend the night. She called the Carmichael family's house manager to let them know in advance.