NovelXXXChapter 354 Jeanette let out a cold laugh. "It's not just me-Citrine knows everything too." She paused to collect her thoughts before continuing. "To be precise, Citrine has always known what you did. I only found out after she left the Iverson family, when I went through her old laptop and saw those surveillance videos. Norton, what you did was far more vicious than anything I've done." Norton stayed silent, so Jeanette pressed on, her tone almost casual. "Letbe honest with you. I was the one who locked you in that room. I'm the reason you missed your entrance exams. And when you fell into the lake, it was Citrine who ran to get help for you. I just took credit for what she did." As her words sank in, Norton felt his heart plummet. Pain twisted across his face, and he clutched his head, barely able to breathe.
Oh God. All these years-what had he done to Citrine? Tand again, he'd nearly gotten her killed.
What shattered him even more was the realization that Citrine had always known about the things he'd done in secret. She'd known everything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was just a kid back then—a little girl who found out her own brother had tried to hurt her, over and over. She must have been devastated.
Norton squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted in misery.
Suddenly, rage flared in him. He glared at Jeanette, then marched over and slapped her hard across the face. The sound cracked through the room.
"Jeanette, how could you be so cruel? If it weren't for you, we never would have blamed Citrine for any of this!" The blow sent Jeanette's head snapping to the side, a vivid handprint blooming on her cheek. She stared at Norton in disbelief. "You dare hit me?" "You deserved it," he spat, his voice trembling with anger. "After everything you've done-you're the one who drove Citrine away. If not for you, she'd still be part of this family." Norton's eyes burned red as he glared at her, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.
Jeanette almost laughed, incredulous. "You Iversons are something else. The real culprit here is you all of you." She gave a harsh snort. "Didn't Citrine try to explain? Did any of you listen?" Norton's pupils contracted. Memories flooded in, sharp and cold.
He remembered little Citrine, clinging to his legs, sobbing so hard she could barely speak-yet still desperately trying to explain.
"Please, big brother, you have to believe me. I didn't lock you in that room." "Big brother, it was Jeanette! She put the flowers in your room-it wasn't me." "Big brother, I was the one who got help when you fell in the water, not Jeanette. She's lying." But what had he done back then? Norton could still recall his own cold stare, the disgust in his eyes as he looked down at her.
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He could hear his own cruel voice: "Citrine Iverson, why do you always lie? It's bad enough your lie, but now you're trying to blJeanette? What's wrong with you?" "If you won't admit what you did, you're not getting dinner tonight." "You're nothing but a liar. No wonder no one likes you. You'll never be as good as Jeanette." Citrine had tried to explain, again and again. He was the one who refused to listen.
Jeanette was right. The real reason Citrine left-the real villain-wasn't her. It was them.
Jeanette, sensing his turmoil, twisted the knife. "There were surveillance videos on Citrine's laptop. She had proof. Do you know why she never showed you?" She looked at him, smug and unruffled. "Because she knew you wouldn't trust her. Even if she had evidence, you wouldn't have bothered to look."
How desperate must someone be, to have proof and not even dare to show it? Norton's so tight his knuckles went white. His knockin's fists@enched to face was ashen. In that moment, he hated himself more than anyone else in the world.
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