NovelXXXChapter 427 Citrine blinked in surprise, not expecting that to be Hilda's concern.
She pressed her lips together and said quietly, "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. The Glenwood family can't do anything to me." Hilda gave a cold snort, her eyes flashing dangerously.
The steely side of her-the one she used to take charge at work-slipped out as she growled, "Relax. As long as I'm around, if he ever tries anything, he'll have to answer tofirst. I don't care if I have to go down with the Glenwoods." Aunt, calm down, you're going to scare Citrine.
Monica, fighting back her own fear of her aunt, kept pinching Hilda's thigh under the table to warn her. But Hilda was too worked up to notice; she even pinched Monica's hand, hard, in annoyance.
Monica yanked her hand back, her face twisted in pain, red nail marks blooming across her skin.
Right now, Hilda's entire world was her daughter.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe stared at Citrine, silently cursing the Glenwood family and all their ancestors for eight generations.
If they thought they could bully her precious girl, old Talbot must have lost his mind. She wondered if the Glenwoods had already picked out a coffin for that fossil-if not, she'd be happy to supply one herself.
Citrine, meanwhile, was watching Hilda intently, silent and unmoving.
Hilda finally noticed Citrine's gaze, her face going stiff as she self-consciously touched her own cheek. "Why... why are you looking atlike that?" And then it hit her.
Oh God. She'd done it again.
She'd always been a force of nature, intimidating everyone who crossed her path. That fierce expression must have scared Citrine half to death.
Just thinking about how the younger kids in the family ran from her like frightened mice made Hilda's heart sink. Her daughter was so sweet, so gentle-there was no way she wasn't terrified right now.
Lost for words, Hilda could only blurt out, "Citrine, I'm not usually like this, I swear... Please, don't be afraid of me." Monica stared, wide-eyed, too shocked to stop her aunt.
Once Hilda finished, both women looked anxiously to Citrine, waiting for her reaction.
But Citrine's face betrayed nothing. The tension in the room eased just a little as Monica and Hilda exhaled in relief.
Before either could say another word, Citrine quietly set down her fork. The hint of a smile she'd worn was gone, replaced by a cold, unreadable stare.
She looked straight at Hilda, her voice icy. "I think you're mistaken. I'm not your daughter." Both Hilda and Monica froze.
Hilda was the first to recover, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her composure. She hadn't wanted to upset her daughter, but it seemed Citrine already knew what they were after.
Red-eyed, Hilda pleaded, "No, that's not true. Citrine, you are my daughter." She gestured at her own face, desperate. "Look at us. We look so much alike." Citrine gazed back, her tone steady and cool. "Plenty of people in the world look alike. I'm not your daughter. You've made a mistake." Hilda shook her head, refusing to accept it. "No. I know my own daughter. I could never mistake you for someone else." She stared at Citrine, remembering all the times she'd imagined their reunion. Never, not once, had she pictured her daughter rejecting her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine's eyes flickered with emotion at Hilda's words, but the steely resolve returned just as quickly The Xe'd needed her mother the most was long gone.
"I told you, I'm not her," Citrine said, her voice flat and unyielding.
Pain flashed across Monica's face. She nearly begged, "Citrine, please. Let's just do a DNA test."
Citrine's expression shifted for a moment, but she quickly shook her head. "I don't have time. And I don't En.
want to waste yours, either." "Please stop looking for me."
After all her years in business, Hilda had learned how to read people, and O she could see right away that Citrine's reaction wasn't quite right. If Citrine truly wasn't her daughter, why refuse the test? She must have figured out the truth already, but didn't want to accept it.
The realization made Hilda's face darken.
She looked at Citrine, her voice turning gentle. "Citrine won't push you, just please don't hate me, ури.
okay?" With that, Hilda didn't dare say another word. She turned to Monica and said quietly, "Con. Let's go."
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