NovelEnglishChapter 147 Day by day, Young Citrine and Sawyer grew closer.
Under the warmth of Sawyer's affection, she blossomed her spirit and laughter growing stronger with each passing week. There was something new in her once- calm eyes, a spark that hadn't been there before.
Tseemed to fly. They moved from a cramped apartment to a sprawling house with sunlit windows and wide lawns. By then, Sawyer had built a reputation as a successful entrepreneur-people in town knew his name.
Not wanting Citrine to feel lonely, Sawyer took her to a local children's home, where she could choose two boys to be her older brothers. Citrine spotted Norton and Clifford immediately, and just like that, their little family grew.
With her new brothers around, Citrine fully cout of her shell-livelier, more cheerful than anyone had ever seen her. The biggest surprise, though, was when the ever-considerate Citrine started showing a little attitude of her own, pouting and stomping her feet when things didn't go her way. Sawyer and the boys couldn't help but laugh. It was a good sign.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut then, one winter, everything changed.
That day, Sawyer chwith a woman and a small girl in tow.
Standing at the top of the staircase, Citrine caught sight of the two newcomers. For the first time, a pang of unease twisted in her chest.
"This is your new little sister," Sawyer said, glancing up and motioning toward the girl nestled in the woman's arms.
Citrine didn't even look at the little girl. She fixed her gaze on Sawyer below, her voice trembling with childish outrage: "Dad, I don't want a sister! Make them leave!" She hurled her beloved teddy bear-Sawyer's gift, her favorite-down the stairs in protest.
But this time, Sawyer didn't rush to comfort her as he always did.
"Citrine, that's enough," he said, looking up at her with a warning in his eyes.
From somewhere unseen, Raymond-her otherworldly companion-watched the scene unfold, anger bubbling inside him. He'd never seen Citrine so upset, and it twisted his heart in knots. Scowling, he glared at Sawyer and muttered bitterly, "Are you deaf? Get that woman and her daughter out of here!" Citrine shot Sawyer one last furious look before storming back to her room, slamming the door behind her. Raymond followed, helpless and aching for her. He found Citrine curled up under the covers, shoulders shaking with muffled sobs. "Bad daddy," she whimpered. "I don't want to talk to you ever again." Raymond wished more than anything he could give Sawyer a piece of his mind.
Fortunately, after settling the new arrivals, Sawyer cupstairs.
"Sweetheart, are you still mad at Daddy?" he asked quietly.
Citrine turned away, refusing to answer. "Hmph." Sawyer noticed the tears glistening on her lashes and, after a brief hesitation, scooped her into his arms. "Why are you crying, baby?" She still wouldn't look at him, but her tears fell faster.
Sawyer's tone softened. He gently wiped her cheeks. "I'm sorry, okay? I promise I won't be harsh with you again." He tried to make her smile, taking her small hand and pressing it to his own cheek. "Here, you can hit Daddy if you want." "I don't want to hit you. It'll hurt," Citrine whispered, her resolve already faltering. She cupped Sawyer's face and planted a few quick kisses on his cheeks.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRaymond watched the scene, fuming with jealousy.
But things only got worse after that. The more twent on, the more Raymond wanted to strangle Sawyer.
Sawyer's words to Citrine changed, too. Instead of comforting ber, he scolded again and again: "Why can't you just listen for once?" "Can't you act your age and be considerate?" "Citrine, how could you bully your little sister?" "Auntie is so good to you-why would you say such awful things about her?" "How did I end up with a daughter like you?" "Apologize."
After the woman and her daughter, Jeanette, moved into the Iverson m household, Citrine becinvisible. Even her once-devoted brothers drifted away, enchanted by the sweet, well-mannered new girl. Citrine was left the odd one out the only outsider in the Iverson family.
Raymond was furious, powerless to change things. All he could do was watch as Citrine was blamed and misunderstood, tand again, by the people who were supposed to love her most.
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