NovelXXXChapter 355 "Norton, Citrine is such a fool. All she wants is the Iversons' approval. But I'm not like her. I only care about money and status." "I've made myself clear. I'm Dick's daughter now, I have nothing to do with Sawyer anymore. So don't ever let any of the Iversons clooking foragain—I don't want my classmates to seehanging around with paupers." With that, Jeanette turned away from Norton, her heels clicking sharply as she strode to a convertible parked by the curb.
Norton stood frozen at the entrance of the art college, utterly lost, his whole body shaking. He'd failed Citrine-he really was nothing but an ungrateful traitor.
People streamed in and out of the campus, giving him a wide berth. Spassersby cast wary glances, thinking he might be unstable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, someone couldn't stand to watch any longer. A middle-aged man approached him, concern etched on his face. "Sir, are you alright? Do you needto call an ambulance?" Norton's face turned icy. He glared up at the man and snapped, "I'm not sick. Get lost." The man jerked back in fright, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Regaining his balance, he jabbed a finger at Norton and cursed, "Snerve you've got. I was only trying to help since you looked like you were having a breakdown. What's with the attitude?" Norton's eyes were bloodshot, and he'd lost all composure. "Leave. Me. Alone." "Lunatic," the man muttered, backing away quickly, deciding not to provoke him any further.
Monday morning, Norton arrived at Crestwood University.
As the country's top university, Crestwood welcomed thousands of visitors every day. Security was tight, with guard booths stationed all around campus. Visitors only needed to state their purpose and, once approved, they could enter.
Norton hadn't made it into Crestwood back when he applied; he'd gone to Havencrest University instead. Standing here now, he felt his sister's achievements even more keenly. He was truly proud of her.
Norton wandered alone through Crestwood's grounds, taking in everything around him. At first, it was just a casual tour-until he spotted a photo of Citrine pinned to a campus bulletin board.
A caption read: "Citrine, freshman in the School of Medicine, named Outstanding Cadet during orientation training." The girl in the picture had shed the last traces of baby fat, blossoming into a confident young woman-she hardly resembled the little sister he remembered.
Norton stared hungrily at her photo, then took out his phone to save this image of her growing up, capturing it forever.
He spent the rest of the morning wandering through galleries and quiet corners, searching for more traces of Citrine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was in luck. Citrine was well-known on campus, her nand accomplishments featured all over-she'd competed in events, joined clubs, left her mark everywhere. Every tNorton found a mention of her, he snapped a photo, hoarding every piece of her story.
While he was photographing another display, someone tapped him gently on the shoulder.
Norton turned around slowly to find a girl in a plaid blouse standing behind him "Can help you?" he asked, still a little dazed. She pointed to his phone. "Were you just taking pictures of Citrine?"
Norton's eyes brightened, surprised she knew the name. "Dg you know her?" She nodded. "Yeah, she's my roommate." Realizing there was a possible connection, the girl asked, "So, do you know Citrine too?" Hearing she was Citrine's roommate, Norton's tone softened. "Yes, she's my sister."
The girl-Lisa-remembered meeting Citrine's brother once, and he didn't look like this. But Citrine had never said how many brothers she had, so Lisa shrugged it off. "You're here to see Citrine, right? Wantto take you to her?"
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