PopularNovelChapter 55 After Gerda finished speaking, she bent down and gave Sawyer a respectful bow.
"Thank you, sir, for looking afterall these years," she said, her voice steady but tinged with age. "I'm getting old, and it's tfor this old woman to retire and spend her days in peace at home." Once Gerda had left, Sawyer couldn't get her words out of his mind. The conversation seemed to linger in the room long after she was gone.
Norton and Clifford, usually quick to fill any silence, were uncharacteristically quiet as well. Gerda's words had clearly stirred up childhood memories for them, leaving each lost in thought.
Sawyer didn't question Aline any further. He knew there was little point-he wasn't going to get an answer. Instead, he gave her one last look. "Letask you one final time. In all the years Citrine was abroad, did you ever send her a single cent?" Aline nodded, the gesture stiff and almost painful.
Even if she hadn't confessed, Sawyer could have found out on his own. Admitting it now was easier.
"Ash," Aline said softly, "I just wanted to think about our own daughter a little more. After all, Citrine is adopted." "Enough. That's enough," Sawyer said with a deep sigh, cutting her off. He turned away, unwilling to continue the conversation.
Meanwhile, the intewas ablaze with the latest scandal. Sawyer had barely stepped into the office before the head of operations intercepted him.
"Mr. Iverson, how should we respond to this?" the department head asked carefully, holding out a phone. Sawyer took the phone and his eyes caught on the word "exile." His heart sank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe'd never once called Citrine in those five years. Sending her overseas and then ignoring her was exile by another name. Citrine was right-he had no defense.
Without another word, Sawyer quickly typed out a reply.
@CICI: You never studied abroad. I'm sorry. It was the Iverson family that failed you.
The official Iverson Group account posted a public admission: the family had wronged Citrine.
The inteexploded.
"Unbelievable. The Iversons have no shat all." "Poor Citrine. If this is what they call adoption, she'd have been better off never being taken in at all. Who knows how much better her life could've been." The dissatisfaction with the Iversons only grew, and the comments turned even nastier.
The post suggesting Citrine should be grateful was bombarded until the account owner deleted it entirely. Meanwhile, for two days straight, the Carmichael Group's employees were forced to work overtime, frantically scrubbing the inteof any positive photos of Citrine.
Raymond sat at his desk, replaying the video of Citrine arguing with Jeanette over and over.
That girl was as fierce as a mother wolf defending her cubs-protecting Sawyer, the bastard who had never deserved it.
Raymond couldn't help recalling the first the'd met Citrine. His eyes grew cold at the memory.
The ungrateful little brat had threatened him the moment they met, despite him being her biological father.
Yet, Sawyer-the man who had caused Citrine so much pain-was still the one she stubbornly defended.
What a thankless kid.
Sawyer had treated her so cruelly.
Raymond's expression darkened even more as he remembered those bank statements.
The Iversons really were despicable.
The next day, Citrine's bank account received a transfer-five million dollars.
She glanced at the notification and knew instantly it was from Sawyer.
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Citrine had no intention of returning the money. If Sawyer wanted tom transfert back, she wasn't about to refuse. After all, it was money she'd worked hard to earn in the first place.
Suddenly, a message popped up on her phone.
Dad: Citrine, can we meet?
Citrine glanced at the message, deleted it from the shat, and then deleted his contact altogether. After that, she felt oddly relieved.
Whatever bond they'd shared as father and daughter had already been exhausted in another lifetime.
In this one, she wanted nothing more to do with him.
That evening, Raymond took Citrine to the Carmichael family estate for a family dinner.
When she saw Weston, Citrine managed a polite, faint smile.
Weston just snorted and ignored her, turning to Raymond instead. "Why'd you bring her here?" The old man was still sore from the last tthis girl had embarrassed him.
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