The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 475

In the car, Wade sat up straight, knees together and hands neatly resting on his legs—a far cry from his usual slouch and careless attitude.

He hadn't expected to run into Hilda at Crestwood University. With a nervous glance, he ventured, "Aunt Hilda, what are you doing here?"

But Hilda's attention was entirely fixed on Citrine, who stood outside the car a short distance away. She acted as if she hadn't even heard Wade.

The silence made Wade's heart race. He braced himself, half-expecting a lecture.

He started mentally reviewing his recent behavior, trying to remember if he'd done anything wrong in the past couple of days. But then, catching sight of his sister in the distance, he snapped back to the present—he had something far more important to say.

"Aunt Hilda, I found my sister!" Wade blurted out, excitement breaking through his nerves.

Still, Hilda didn't respond.

Wade pointed eagerly through the window. "There—look! That’s her!"

Hilda shot him a withering glance, as if he were an idiot. "Obviously," she said, then turned her gaze away.

Not a trace of surprise or shock crossed her face.

A realization dawned on Wade. "Aunt Hilda, the girl you and Monica found… You mean that's her? My actual sister?"

Hilda gave him an exasperated look. "What else would you expect?"

Wade pressed his lips together, falling silent.

Remembering how he’d secretly cursed his “imposter” of a sister earlier, Wade buried his face in his hands, wishing he could slap some sense into himself.

He noticed Hilda still staring at Citrine, her gaze unwavering. Curiosity got the better of him. "Aunt Hilda, who’s that guy with her?"

Hilda’s laugh was cold, almost chilling. "Just someone with no sense of self-preservation."

Her voice was low and unsettling, making Wade shudder reflexively. At home, whenever Aunt Hilda wore that expression, it usually meant someone was in serious trouble.