The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 87

When Citrine stepped out of the café, night had already fallen.

She was about to call her driver when, at the intersection ahead, she saw a black SUV collide head-on with a massive truck. The front of the SUV crumpled under the impact, thick black smoke billowing from the engine.

Within seconds, a crowd gathered at the intersection—most people standing back to gawk, none daring to approach the wreck.

Citrine slipped her phone back into her purse and pushed her way into the throng.

As soon as she made it to the front, she recognized a familiar face through the shattered rear window.

Her expression changed in an instant. Determined, she shoved aside the people blocking her way and forced herself through.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" she shouted before she got to the smoking SUV, her voice cutting through the buzz of the crowd.

Someone finally snapped out of their stupor.

"Hurry, call emergency services! If you wait, someone could die!"

Just as Citrine was about to reach the car, a bystander yelled at her, "Miss, get back! That thing's smoking—it could explode any second!"

"Yeah, sweetheart, you'd better stay away, it's not worth risking your life!"

"You're just a kid—don't do something reckless for someone else!"

Citrine ignored them, her tone grave. "There's an elderly man inside. If he doesn't get help now, he could die."

With that, she strode right up to the car.

She reached through the half-open window, grabbed the emergency hammer, and smashed the glass at all four corners, carefully clearing the shards before opening the door from the inside.

Weston's face was streaked with blood, his leg pinned under the seat. He was trapped and unable to move.

Citrine leaned halfway into the wreck, working inch by inch to free the elderly man's leg.