PopularNovelChapter 71 The atmosphere inside the private dining room was icy cold.
No one from the Iverson family touched their food. Each face looked grimmer than the last.
All of them sat in silence, eyes fixed on Citrine as she ate with apparent enjoyment, savoring each bite.
Sawyer, though clearly displeased by Citrine's attitude, managed to rein in his temper. After all, he had wrongly accused his daughter for so long; he could hardly blher for being upset.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn as gentle a voice as he could muster, he said, "Citrine, the main reason we asked you here today is to apologize." "We were wrong to accuse you." As he spoke, Sawyer shot a meaningful glance at his two sons.
Norton, the eldest at twenty-five, was the first to respond. He rose stiffly to his feet. "Citrine, I misjudged you. I'm truly sorry," he said. But even as he apologized, he couldn't hide his air of superiority.
Citrine looked up at him, her gaze cold and unimpressed. "What are you so smug about? Is there anything to be proud of? Weren't you adopted too?" "Drop the holier-than-thou act. You're not above anyone here." She'd always disliked Norton's condescending attitude, and now it just made her skin crawl.
Norton opened his mouth as if to retort, but nothing cout.
It took him a long moment before he managed, "Even if we were wrong, that doesn't mean you should treat us like this." Citrine couldn't be bothered to answer.
If the family insisted on making her uncomfortable, she'd make sure none of them could enjoy their meal either. Sawyer, realizing Citrine was still furious, shot another warning look at his younger son.
Clifford, catching his father's eye, muttered grudgingly, "Sorry. I shouldn't have accused you." His apology was even less sincere than Norton's.
This time, Citrine didn't even glance at him—she might as well have been listening to the wind.
Next, it was Jeanette's turn.
Jeanette's eyes brimmed with tears, her expression unchanged from before, as if she'd been waiting for her moment on stage.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine watched, mildly amused.
Jeanette, never one to waste an opportunity, dabbed at her eyes. "Sis, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault-I shouldn't have set you up. I know I was wrong." She looked at Citrine with wide, trembling eyes, as if afraid a single harsh word would shatter her.
Citrine ignored her and turned to Sawyer, asking seriously, "So, Mr. Iverson, after all this trouble to gethere is your goal to makeforgive them? Or are you hoping we'll all becone big happy family again?" Sawyer didn't answer, but his silence said enough.
He fixed Citrine with what he clearly thought was a fair and fatherly look. "Citrine, I know you've been hurt, but Snow you've I've made sure they all apologized. You grew up together you're all Iversons, all part of this family. You shouldn't be enemies."
Citrine's thoughts drifted back to her childhood-the year Sawyer first adopted her. She remembered being bullied by a group of boys, and how Sawyer, upon finding out, had marched over and given those boys a piece of his mind. After that, no one dared mess with her again. Now, the man who once stood up for her was asking her to forgive the very people who'd hurt her. The irony was almost laughable.
"Mr. Iverson, am I supposed to accept an apology just because it's offered? If Jeanette were the one being wronged, would you say the sthing?" Citrine put down her fork and wiped her hands slowly, deliberately. "But that's not the situation," Sawyer stammered, caught off guard by her question, unsure how to respond.
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