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

Chapter 41

“I think you should let go of that thought. Remember when Mirabella came home the other day? You spoke to Summer, sounding so distant and formal, and asked her to call you Ms. Delillah from now on… Do you really think she didn’t pick up on that?” Shawn started to dissect the situation with a level head.

Delilah couldn’t help but let out a wry smile at his words. “The truth is, I was ticked off by the way she w

was talking, too. She knew Mira had just come back from the countryside, and she made a point of emphasizing that in front of her. If anyone else had heard her, they’d probably look down on Mira. How could I not be a bit harsh? How would Mira feel hearing those words?”

She paused, then continued, “Summer’s been with us since she was a baby, and even though this mix–up happened, I’ve always seen her as my own child. It hurts to see her upset. Do you think I don’t feel it, too?”

Despite her love for both, Delilah couldn’t deny that when it came to her biological daughter and the girl she’d mistakenly raised, her blood ties made her more sensitive to her own flesh and blood.

Delilah had raised Summer for seventeen years, and Summer had never suffered a moment’s slight in the Davis family. On the other hand, Delilah’s biological daughter had ostensibly grown up in an affluent household, but in reality. she’d been left in a remote town by the callous Gilberts.

infancy truly cherished her. Still, the tough environment and the loneliness of being

Now that her daughter was back, she only wanted to make up for the seventeen years they had

wrap his arms around her shoulders, offering comfort, “Mira’s a sweet girl.

Mirabella decided to visit Catherine with some goodies

in a senior residence in the city, set amidst a tranquil neighborhood without schools or large shopping centers nearby – ideal for the elderly. Mandy could be quite harsh and petty and loved putting on airs, but she was decent to

long before the door swung open. Catherine’s eyes reddened at the sight of her granddaughter,

sorts of furniture and appliances. Despite this, there was a palpable sense of

attention back to her grandmother, who was fumbling with fruit and glasses

down and have a proper chat,” she said, guiding Catherine

finally said. “You don’t look like you’ve lost weight. Seems like

been good. They wanted to visit you, actually, but I thought it might be an imposition, so I suggested another time,” Mirabella replied with a