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?”

on her granddaughter, her heart would thump uncontrollably, yet she brazenly responded,

curled into a 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

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

an hour later, Mirabella withdrew her hands and asked

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

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

beamed. To her, the incense didn’t matter. What

“I picked up your favorite pork ribs and some trout at the market today. These dishes take a

chatter with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their

do, Mirabella wandered around the house before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to

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

not surprised to see who was standing outside.

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