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

Chapter 42

Catherine was nockling tervently like a student being scolded by a teacher, ‘Yes, dent. I’ve been taking my medication on time. I haven’t missed a single dose.”

Mirabella withdrew her hand. “Do you still have that incense I gave you?”

“I do… I light it every evening.” Catherine’s voice faltered slightly as she spoke,

Mirabella looked at her with a sly smile. “If you lit it every night, you wouldn’t be plagued with insomnia and palpitations.”

to pack it when I moved.”

At this, Catherine quiltity bowed her head. After a pause, she admitted, “Truth is, I forg

A shadow flickered in Mirabella’s eyes, but her voice remained airy. “Is that so?”

Catherine saw this expression on her granddaughter, her heart would thump uncontrollably, yet she brazenly responded, “Really, I’m

half–smile. She didn’t call out Catherine’s obvious evasion, Instead, she stood and moved behind her, her slender tingers resting atop Catherine’s head. “Relax, let me give

but looking into Mirabella’s calm and indifferent face, she instinctively clamped her mouth shut. For some reason, she had grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden from her, It was odd. Catherine was

hands and asked softly, “How do

“Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell

from a glass on the side table. “Not

her, the incense didn’t matter. What mattered was that her granddaughter would come

trout at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just

with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time

nothing much to do, Mirabella wandered around the house before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to watch Catherine cook.

the doorbell rang. Busy with the pots, Catherine asked Mirabella to answer the door, suggesting it might be the water delivery.

the door, she was not surprised to

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