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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 238
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Chapter 240 Given the Iverson family's current predicament—with his father still lying in a hospital bed, waiting for money- Sawyer couldn't believe the others were out there splurging like money grew on trees.

It was sheer irresponsibility.

Rubbing his forehead, Sawyer spoke wearily. "Didn't I say we can't keep spending like this? Take it all back tomorrow. We have a lot of expenses ahead, and we can't waste a single penny." The money hadn't even cout of her pocket. Aline cursed Sawyer under her breath, calling him useless.

She scowled, her voice full of resentment. "Sawyer, my daughter and I haven't bought ourselves new clothes or accessories in ages." Jeanette chimed in, equally unwilling. "That's right, Dad. I have to wear the suniform every day at school. My classmates all laugh and say we're broke and I don't have anything decent to wear." Besides, her own father had bought her these things. The last thing she wanted was to return them.

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The sounds from the living room drifted upstairs, drawing Norton and Clifford Iverson down.

"What's going on down here? Why all the noise?" Norton asked, frowning.

Clifford's eyes darted briefly to the armfuls of shopping bags clutched by Aline and Jeanette, and he quickly put two and two together.

He didn't see what the fuss was about. Instead, he looked at Sawyer, exasperation plain on his face. "So what if Aunt Aline and Jeanette bought a few things? Dad, you're not seriously angry over this, are you? That's just petty." "Enough!" Sawyer's eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Clifford, clearly at the end of his rope.

His tone was icy. "Do you not understand what's happening to this family right now? Your grandfather is still in the hospital and needs money. You and Jeanette are both heading to college soon; that takes money, too. The Iversons aren't who we used to be. You all need to stop spending like we're still living the high life." Clifford just shrugged it off, waving his hand dismissively. "Dad, you're blowing this out of proportion. Even if the Iversons go bankrupt, my brother and I will be earning soon. With us around, this family's not going to end up destitute. There's no need for Aunt Aline and Jeanette to suffer." Suffer? Sawyer frowned.

Sure, the family had gone bankrupt, but once their assets were liquidated, it was still a hefty sum. They couldn't spend recklessly anymore, but even so, they'd still be far better off than most people. "Suffering" hardly seemed the right word. Compared to when he first started out-back when things were so much tougher -they were still living in luxury. Back then, Citrine had stuck by his side through every hardship, yet never once complained. Thinking of Citrine left a bitter taste in Sawyer's mouth.

If only Citrine were here now, she would have understood him.

That night, Sawyer ultimately said nothing more about returning the clothes and jewelry.

The next day, the hospital called, demanding payment for the surgery.

Sawyer had barely answered the phone when the voice on the other end burst out, impatient and rude.

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"Mr. Iverson, your father's already been moved from the private suite to a standard room. Please settle his surgery and hospital bills immediately. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to discharge him today," the hospital staffer snapped.

Sawyer's temper flared. "I'll pay the bill as soon as I can, but how could you just move my father out of the private room without asking?"

At the sound of his protest, the person on the line suddenly sneered.

"Mr. Iverson, stop pretending you're still sbig good for the more you ever If you hadn't once been worth millions, our hospital wouldn't have bothered taking in a burden like your father in the first place. That old man's a pain to deal with- honestly, you should just cpick him up." Sawyer's face was red with anger.

He opened his mouth to reply, but the caller hung up before he could say a word. "Heartless bastards," Sawyer muttered, furiously throwing his phone to the floor.