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

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 you a

refuse, 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 the elder, yet she felt like a

withdrew her hands and asked softly, “How do you feel?”

opened her eyes, slightly embarrassed. “Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve been at it

water from a glass on the side table. “Not at all. I’ll bring

What

up your favorite pork ribs and some trout at the market today. These

gaze, reminiscent

around the house before leaning

asked Mirabella to answer the door,

opened the door, she was not surprised

are you doing here?”