NovelUSAChapter 475 In the car, Wade sat up straight, knees together and hands neatly resting on his legs a far cry from his usual slouch and careless attitude.
He hadn't expected to run into Hilda at Crestwood University. With a nervous glance, he ventured, "Aunt Hilda, what are you doing here?" But Hilda's attention was entirely fixed on Citrine, who stood outside the car a short distance away. She acted as if she hadn't even heard Wade.
The silence made Wade's heart race. He braced himself, half-expecting a lecture.
He started mentally reviewing his recent behavior, trying to remember if he'd done anything wrong in the past couple of days. But then, catching sight of his sister in the distance, he snapped back to the present-he had something far more important to say.
"Aunt Hilda, I found my sister!" Wade blurted out, excitement breaking through his nerves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStill, Hilda didn't respond.
Wade pointed eagerly through the window. "There-look! That's her!" Hilda shot him a withering glance, as if he were an idiot. "Obviously," she said, then turned her gaze away. Not a trace of surprise or shock crossed her face.
A realization dawned on Wade. "Aunt Hilda, the girl you and Monica found... You mean that's her? My actual sister?" Hilda gave him an exasperated look. "What else would you expect?" Wade pressed his lips together, falling silent.
Remembering how he'd secretly cursed his "imposter" of a sister earlier, Wade buried his face in his hands, wishing he could slap ssense into himself.
He noticed Hilda still staring at Citrine, her gaze unwavering. Curiosity got the better of him. "Aunt Hilda, who's that guy with her?" Hilda's laugh was cold, almost chilling. "Just someone with no sense of self-preservation." Her voice was low and unsettling, making Wade shudder reflexively. At home, whenever Aunt Hilda wore that expression, it usually meant someone was in serious trouble.
Outside, Citrine and Sawyer stood facing each other, a small space separating them.
It had been over six months since Citrine last saw Sawyer.
Now, looking at him, she felt nothing her heart was utterly calm.
Sawyer looked haggard, his skin almost ghostly pale, eyes sunken and dull. He seemed weighed down by exhaustion and sorrow.
The sight caught Citrine off guard. She remembered Sawyer as someone who took meticulous care of himself, obsessed with a healthy lifestyle and getting enough sleep. His motto had always been to face life and work in the best possible condition.
To see someone so disciplined now so broken-it was clear that learning Jeanette wasn't really his daughter had hit him hard.
But that was his problem, not hers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine regarded him coolly. "Mr. Iverson, I thought I made myself clear before. I don't see any reason for us to meet." Sawyer's dyes were bloodshot, as if x with emotion. "Cit: cslept in days. His It was my fault." I'm Ever since his last fever and hospital stay, all his memories had cback- memories from another lifetime.
The dream he'd had while unconscious hadn't been a dream at all. It was the truth of his past life.
Back then, he, the Iverson family, and Theo had plotted together to steal Citrine's kidney and give it to Jeanette.
He'd not only taken her kidney, but later conspired with Jeanette to put on a show calls & Jeanette could claim Citrine's inheritance. He was the one who ruined Citrine's life.
Even at the very end, when Citrine had realized they were sledeceiving Her, she'd still gone along with their charade. Citrine eyed him warily, sensing something was off. She narrowBela her eyes and pretended not to understand. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Sawyer's heart twisted with guilt. Eyes red, he said quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm the reason you died." If not for him, Citrine wouldn't have suffered so much in her past life-she might even have lived.
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