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?”

would thump uncontrollably, yet she brazenly responded,

stood and moved behind her, her slender tingers resting atop

For some reason, she had grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be

her hands and asked softly, “How do

asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve been at it for a while;

sipped water from a glass on the side table. “Not at all. I’ll bring you some more lavender

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

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

chatter with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time

Mirabella wandered around the house before leaning

asked Mirabella to answer the door, suggesting it might be the water delivery.

Mirabella opened the door, she was not surprised

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