NovelUpdateChapter 242 "Dad, maybe Citrine... maybe she doesn't want us to bother her." Sawyer pressed his lips together, clearly uneasy.
Holbrook let out a weary sigh and said quietly, "The person I've wronged the most in this life is Citrine. I don't have much tleft. I just want to see her one last time." "Alright. I promise I'll do it." Sawyer couldn't stand hearing Holbrook talk like that and immediately agreed.
The next day, Citrine received a call from an unknown number-Sawyer's.
When she learned that Holbrook wanted to see her before he died, the news caught her off guard.
After all, Holbrook had always treated her, his adopted daughter, with open disdain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe didn't know why he suddenly wanted to see her, but the thought of witnessing his misery at the end of his life made the visit feel worthwhile.
Half an hour later, Citrine arrived at the hospital, following Sawyer's directions.
"Sawyer!" he called, waving as soon as he saw her approach the entrance.
Citrine strode over, her face expressionless. She didn't even glance at Sawyer, her voice cool and detached. "Lead the way." Sawyer pressed his lips together, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. With a forced smile, he led Citrine down the hall to a standard hospital room.
Stepping inside, Citrine glanced around. A trace of mockery flashed through her eyes.
Holbrook had lived half his life in luxury. He probably never imagined he'd end up like this-unable to afford even a private hospital suite in his old age.
How pitiful.
"Citrine, you haven't visited your grandpa in a long time." Holbrook's voice wavered with emotion as he saw her enter.
"Oh? Hasn't your precious granddaughter Jeanette cto see you?" Citrine's gaze rested coldly on the bedridden man, her tone distant.
At the mention of Jeanette, Holbrook's eyes changed, a bitter look crossing his face.
After a moment's silence, he finally asked, "Citrine, do you still hate your grandfather?" Citrine settled into the chair opposite his bed, meeting his gaze without a hint of restraint. She nodded. "Hate you? Of course I do. Every last one of you in the Iverson family makes my blood boil." Holbrook hadn't expected her honesty. His face darkened.
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Citrine let out a soft, humorless laugh. "But honestly, seeing what's becof the Iverson's, seeing you like this at the end of your life, it's actually quite satisfying." "If any of you were doing well, I'd be miserable." She curled her lips in a cold smile, her eyes glinting with undisguised malice.
Holbrook was stunned by the depth of her resentment. For a long moment, he was at a loss for words.
Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse, "Citrine, all these years... I failed you. I was too partial to Jeanette." His eyes grew red as he spoke.
Citrine looked at him and felt nothing but contempt. Today's misery was of his own making.
She paused, then continued, "Just because I was adopted, you never liked me. No matter what I did) it was Matter I never enough/ But Jeanette? All she had to do was bat her lashes and you'd hand her the world-just because she was Sawyer's biological daughter."
"I was obedient, respectful, tried to be a good granddaughter. And what did I get? Your sharp tongue and endless scolding. Whenever outshone Jeanette, you'd accuseof scheming, of trying to steal her spotlight. No matter what happened between us, you always took her side." She leaned forward, voice steely. "Holbrook, don't kid yourself. Even in death-I will never forgive you."
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