The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 39

When Raymond caught sight of Citrine, the corners of his mouth tightened and his eyes turned cold, a flicker of anger darkening his expression.

Citrine assumed he was mad at her. She looked away, suddenly uneasy and a little guilty.

After all, back when she'd first returned to the Carmichael family with Raymond, she'd sworn she wouldn't cause him any trouble.

Yet lately, it seemed like she'd done nothing but make trouble for him.

As she racked her brain for an explanation, Raymond stalked over, his face thunderous, his voice cold as ice.

"What happened?"

There was a tension and worry in his tone that was impossible to miss.

Citrine hesitated, then replied quietly, "Someone threw something at me."

Raymond's face grew even darker, just as the homeroom teacher walked over.

The instant Beatrice saw Raymond, she felt an inexplicable pressure settle over her.

"Hello, and you are...?" Beatrice asked, not quite sure.

"Raymond Carmichael, Citrine's biological father." Raymond shot Sawyer a pointed look, deliberately emphasizing the word "biological."

It was clear at a glance that this man was no ordinary person. Beatrice immediately thought of the name everyone in Havencrest whispered about with awe, and she began to guess at his identity.

A biological father and an adoptive father—what kind of emotional minefield was this?

Beatrice sucked in a quiet breath, forcing herself to remain calm.

She explained the situation from start to finish in detail for both Raymond and Sawyer.

Sawyer hadn't known all the specifics before, so when he heard that Citrine had placed first in the latest exams, he was genuinely surprised.

He wasn't the sort to lie for a student.

Sawyer's eyes grew distant, and he said nothing more.

Raymond, for his part, was surprised but never doubted Citrine's honesty. What caught him off guard was the fact that the principal had intervened on Citrine's behalf at all. The man was known for being notoriously detached and unwilling to bend rules for anyone.

"Mr. Carmichael, Mr. Iverson," Beatrice said, "the reason I called you both here is to make sure you understand the seriousness of this situation. More importantly, I hope the two students can find a way to resolve their differences."

Now that the facts were clear, Beatrice's main goal was to help the kids mend fences.

But the words had barely left her mouth when Citrine frowned, clearly unwilling.

"No way. I'm not making peace with Clifford," Citrine said flatly.

She knew exactly what kind of person Clifford was. As long as Jeanette didn't get her way, Clifford would find every excuse to make her life miserable. There was no chance of reconciliation—not now, not ever.