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.”

leaving those words hanging in the air, she disappeared into her room, so suddenly, only Emmitt and Shawn, who was engrossed in the TV, remained

about to speak when Shawn stood up, switched off the TV with the remote, and yawned loudly. His words showed his fatigue, “Woke up way too early this morning. I’m beat.

for a response. Shawn quickly retreated to his room as

stunned. Had he really become not welcomed for his parents after just

he glanced at Mirabella’s room and lingered for a few seconds before

day was Saturday, and with no classes, but Mirabella kept up her

a split second. Emmitt, clad in pajamas, looked like he had just woken up. His eyes were still half–closed. He opened the door to find a sweaty Mirabella, which snapped him to

her voice was calm as she volunteered, “Just

her words, Emmitt paused, seemingly taken aback since most people would choose to

politely to Emmitt in a manner that

figure, momentarily

minutes later, Mirabella sat quietly and obediently at the breakfast table, eating at a leisurely pace. Emmitt sat across from her. His gaze drifted to her now and

the weight of his stare, Mirabella set down her spoon and lifted her head. Her clear, inquisitive eyes fixed

his throat and, recalling the previous night’s conversation with Summer, broached, “I