The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 238

At that moment, Weston couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved the door open and strode inside.

His face was stern as he planted himself firmly in the room, voice booming with authority. “I’d like to see anyone try to drive my granddaughter out of the Carmichael family. If anyone dares, I’ll have their hide. Raymond, if you so much as think about sending Citrine away, you can pack your own bags and get out.”

Raymond: “…”

Citrine: “…”

Weston ignored them both and walked straight to his granddaughter, his voice softening. “Citrine, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, the Carmichael family is your home. If anyone tries to throw you out, they’ll be the one leaving instead.” As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept around the room, finally landing on Raymond with a pointed glare.

Innocent. Completely innocent.

Raymond tried to explain, “I didn’t—” but before he could finish, Manley jumped in. “Dad, why don’t we just have Citrine registered under my name? I’ll treat her like my own daughter—and when the time comes, she can inherit all my assets.”

Raymond almost burst out laughing in disbelief. These two really had no shame. The son was always clinging to Citrine, and now the father wanted to snatch her away and make her his daughter on paper.

Fixing Manley with a frosty stare, Raymond said coldly, “Don’t even think about it. Citrine is my daughter. Manley, I suggest you focus on your own son, not on trying to steal away my daughter.”

Manley shot a disdainful glance at Travis, his expression full of contempt.

He looked back at Raymond, making a show of bargaining. “How about this: I trade my son for your daughter?”

Raymond didn’t even spare Travis a look. He replied with utter disdain, “Who would want to trade with you? Your son’s a walking disaster. No one would take him, not even for free.”

Travis: “…”

Fine, fine. He was cheap. He was everyone’s least favorite, absolutely unwanted—a total clown. Got it.

It finally dawned on him: in this family, only his little sister genuinely cared about him.

Now it was his turn to shine.

Looking at his granddaughter, Weston had already made up his mind. He did his best to look even more kindly than usual. “Citrine, since your father wants to send you away, you’ll come live with Grandpa. I promise, no one will ever make you leave.”

Worried that Citrine might hesitate, Weston sweetened the deal. “Just the other day, I had a whole game room built for you, right next to the old house. It’s almost ready—should be finished soon.”

Citrine blinked at him, eyes lighting up in surprise. But when she glanced at Raymond, she hesitated. Instead of accepting, she spoke up for him. “Raymond didn’t send me away. I decided to leave on my own.”

The entire room fell silent.

So after all that, it was just a misunderstanding.

And here they thought they’d finally found a chance to whisk her away.