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 not

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 little massage,”

grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden from her, It was odd. Catherine was

her hands and asked softly, “How do you

asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve

glass on the side table. “Not

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

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

with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time in the small town.

much to do, Mirabella wandered around the house before

to answer the door,

when Mirabella opened the door, she was not surprised to see who was standing

are you doing here?”