The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 643

Everyone was in high spirits—mainly because Monica and Wade had shouldered all the trouble themselves.

Citrine’s health had improved, but she still couldn’t overexert herself. Herschel and Inez, worried about tiring out their granddaughter, made sure she was settled in before quietly leaving the room.

Out in the hallway, Wade called after them in a plaintive voice, “Grandpa, Grandma, when you set up Citrine’s room, did you really have to wreck ours in the process? You should come and see what our rooms look like now!”

Inez frowned in annoyance. “What’s wrong with your rooms? Your grandpa and I were nice enough to get you both new furniture. Don’t tell me you’re ungrateful.”

“New furniture?” Wade almost laughed from sheer exasperation.

Trying to keep his temper in check, he said, “Grandma, do you mean those two sets of old mahogany furniture you and Grandpa got tired of ten years ago?”

Herschel and Inez exchanged a look and said nothing.

Their silence spoke volumes.

Wade was getting worked up. “Grandpa, Grandma, you could have ordered custom pieces or at least bought something new for Citrine. Did you really have to strip our rooms bare?”

Inez gave a dismissive snort. “You think I didn’t want to? Most new furniture these days has all kinds of chemicals in it—formaldehyde and who knows what else. What if it affected my darling granddaughter’s health? Your stuff is much safer.”

Wade let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “So basically, Grandma, you’re saying what happens to me and Monica doesn’t matter?”

Wade had always been at the bottom of the family totem pole. Monica never imagined she’d end up in the same boat. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her predicament.

Over the next few days, Hilda stayed home and worked remotely instead of going to the office. Monica skipped work as well, and even Wade—normally the wildest, most restless soul in the house—was suddenly on his best behavior, hanging around at home all day.

One night, Wade’s friends called, trying to drag him out for a night of reckless driving. Wade didn’t even hesitate. “Nah, I’m not going.”

“Hey, you’ve got to bring her out to meet us sometime,” someone said with a laugh.

Wade puffed up even more. “Keep dreaming. She’s my little sister.”

Just then, a clear, melodic voice called out from the other room, “Wade, come play video games with me!”

On the other end of the line, Wade’s friends fell silent, absolutely stunned.

Damn, Wade’s sister’s voice was unreal—like something out of a dream.

Everyone was still dazed by Citrine’s voice when Wade replied, his usual cocky swagger gone, now gentle and doting: “Coming!”

Then, turning back to the phone, he said impatiently, “Gotta go play games with my sister. You losers without sisters don’t even deserve to talk to me.”