The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 332

Clifford had just been lost in thought about Citrine when Norton’s announcement jolted him back to the present. The moment Norton said they should bring Jeanette home, Clifford shot to his feet, his voice hard as steel.

“No, we absolutely can’t bring Jeanette back,” he insisted, unwavering.

“Why not?” Norton stared at him in confusion. “Weren’t you two always the closest? What happened between you? Why are you suddenly so dead-set against her?”

Clifford’s frustration boiled over. “She’s a traitor, that’s why! How can you not see it, even now?” He couldn’t understand how Norton—brilliant, perceptive Norton—could be so blind to Jeanette’s true nature.

Norton’s expression darkened. “She just lost her way for a while. She’s our sister. We can’t give up on her.”

He paused, then sighed, memories surfacing from years past. “Don’t you remember? When you were sick, it was Jeanette who took care of you. The moment you got better, she fell ill herself. And when you needed a blood transfusion after that accident, she didn’t hesitate—she gave her own blood to save you.”

He looked Clifford in the eye, searching for a flicker of recognition. “Back when you were bullied at school, it was Jeanette who tracked those kids down and gave them a taste of their own medicine. And she was the only one in this family who ever supported your dreams. After everything she’s done for you, how can you just forget?”

Norton recited, one by one, the moments that had supposedly bonded Jeanette and Clifford so closely over the years.

But something in those memories set Clifford off. He shot to his feet, voice shaking with anger, “Enough! Just stop.”

Every word hit Clifford like a stone. Guilt twisted inside him—he had been so cruel to Citrine all these years.

Norton’s voice softened. “I know Jeanette has gone too far lately, but she’s still our sister. We can’t just throw her away.”

Clifford’s tone was icy. “The housekeepers’ paychecks all come from Aline. Do you really think they’d say anything that could get them fired? And the doctors? The hospital belongs to the Iverson Group. Aline’s Mrs. Iverson—if she wanted to change the records, who would dare stop her?”

Sawyer and Norton stood frozen, their faces drained of color.

They knew Clifford wasn’t lying; he never did. And deep down, they knew the truth of his words.

After a long, heavy silence, Clifford finally spoke. “Dad, Norton—we’ve all wronged Citrine. Every single one of us in the Iverson family owes her more than we can ever repay.”

“She has every right to hate us.”