The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 22

On Sunday, Mirabella’s package arrived. It wasn’t particularly large, yet it was surprisingly heavy. Shawn, who had mustered the strength of Hercules and enlisted his wife’s help, finally managed to heave the box from the doorstep into the living room.

Delilah eyed her husband, puffing and panting, and teased, “Don’t forget to take that supplement Mira sent you, hon.”

Shawn’s forehead was a symphony of throbbing veins. Exhausted, he had no desire to speak.

Mirabella descended the staircase just in time to witness the scene. She headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Honey, your package is here.” Delilah called out to her.

With a nonchalant hum, Mirabella set down her glass and approached.

you? It’s so

eyes lowered slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually, “Oh, just a bunch

bent down and effortlessly lifted the box, her slender frame seeming to harbor boundless strength.

upstairs,” she declared, her voice betraying no sign of

so mightily, was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must

image of a delicate

always been strong and was unaware of the psychological shadows she cast on her parents by merely lifting a box. After a year in her current body, which had initially felt feeble, she had undergone extensive

her room, Mirabella spent the entire afternoon tinkering with its contents,

daughter’s door,

wasn’t until dinner time that Mirabella emerged, a trace of fatigue gracing her delicate

returned home. Whether he was simply

me you’re transferring to Parkside High School?” he asked. She mentioned choosing Parkside High a few days ago, but he thought she was just boasting. Deep down, he had little respect for her, which was why he didn’t bother to come by after dropping Summer off at the Gilbert family. Had it not been for several calls from his