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

Chapter 39

James cradled the coffee mug in his hands, taking a sip with a refined air. “After you left, your grandmother had quite a

bit to share with me.”

Mirabella thought of Catherine, who rose at the crack of dawn to cook breakfast and silently waited at the doorstep each evening with a warm smile playing at the edges of her lips. “How Is Granny doing?”

“She’s managing, I guess. Though she’s not quite as spirited as she used to be. Probably misses you and needs someone to brighten her mood.” James spoke gently.

Mirabella’s eyes tell slightly, a momentary silence enveloping her. On the day Mirabella left Elm Creek, she hadn’t

aited for her grandmother’s return from the hospital because she feared the parting would be too sorrowful.

Catching her expression, James added. “But your foster mother brought her over here. If you want to see her, you can do so anytime.”

With a soft hum, Mirabella acknowledged the information. She was aware that Mandy had brought her granny over, so it wasn’t a surprise. However, Mirabella looked at James with a complicated gaze and asked, “How come you know so much?”

Back in Elm Creek, when James lived next door, he rarely mingled with them, and Mirabella didn’t recall her granny mentioning him.

an eyebrow and deflected, “I also know where your grandmother is staying

his words, Mirabella’s response was tinged with mock amusement, “With all this knowledge, you wouldn’t

James lips twitched

A bodyguard? Him?

a moment to coolly reply. “You certainly have an active

airily, pausing before adding with a hint of disdain, “But honestly, I can’t imagine my foster mother being generous enough to hire

James snorted softly.

were served and they were alone again, James seemed to recall something and inquired. “Were you stopped outside Parkside

Mirabella

smiled. “Overheard by

of steak, murmuring.

and remarked cryptically. “Seems

caused a scoff to skim across her lips, “Just a bit

a hand?” James offered with a hint

up. Mirabella mumbled through a mouthful “No, thanks.”

asked. “Want me to drop