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

Chapter 60

Delilah eyed her eldest son with a curious blend of suspicion and warning in her voice. “You are just back home and already looking for your sister. What kind of mischief are you plotting now?”

Ever since their last falling–out, this brat had done nothing but phone her to keep an eye on her daughter. She hadn’t seen him this eager to return in ages.

Emmitt’s lips twitched into a half–smile. “Are you under some kind of misunderstanding? I was just casually asking about my little sis.”

Delilah peeled off her facial mask, revealing a damp face tinged with distaste. “Misunderstanding? Don’t you know in your own heart?”

Emmit was speechless.

“Enough, I’m done talking. I need to pamper my skin. Do whatever you please.”

After saying that, Delilah turned and headed for the bedroom. After only a couple of steps, she paused, turned back with a stern expression, and added. “And don’t you dare disturb your sister. She’s been working her tall off studying every day.”

only Emmitt and Shawn, who was engrossed in the TV, remained in the

yawned loudly. His words showed his

for a response. Shawn quickly retreated to his room

not welcomed for his parents after just a

stairs with a sigh, he glanced at Mirabella’s room and lingered for a few seconds before pulling back and

next day was Saturday, and with no classes, but Mirabella kept up her routine of an early morning

hesitated for a split second. Emmitt, clad in pajamas, looked like he had just woken up. His eyes were still half–closed. He

her voice was calm as she volunteered, “Just got back

paused, seemingly taken aback since most people would choose to sleep in

said Mirabella, nodding politely to Emmitt in a manner that was both courteous and well–mannered.

retreating figure, momentarily

table, eating at a leisurely pace. Emmitt sat across from her. His gaze drifted to her now and then. He wanted to speak but unsure what to say,

lifted her head. Her clear, inquisitive eyes fixed on him. “Do you

his throat and, recalling the previous night’s conversation with Summer, broached, “I heard you signed up for the BrainSpark Nationals?”