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

Chapter 81

After grandma woke up. Mirabella made a return trip to the Davis family. It was a little past eight in the morning, and even though she finished her usual morning jog later than usual, her mother, Delilah, suspected nothing. She assumed Mirabella had simply taken a few extra laps.

Without revealing the truth about her overnight absence, Mirabella quickly showered and changed into fresh clothes. She then rummaged through a box she pulled from her wardrobe, selecting a sky–blue porcelain bottle from among a dozen jars and vials.

She tucked the porcelain bottle into her bag and didn’t linger. Skipping breakfast, she briefly mentioned Granny’s condition to Delilah, who offered to visit Catherine, but Mirabella refused and promptly left the house.

Twenty minutes later, Mirabella was back at the hospital. However, as she approached the door of the hospital room and spotted Mandy, Summer and a boy who looked to be around fifteen inside, her steps faltered.

“Mom, you fall sick and don’t even tell me. If the nanny hadn’t called today. I’d still be in the dark.” Mandy said, pressing on her temples, though she was careful not to speak too harshly considering Catherine’s condition.

and seemingly unwelcoming of the room’s occupants. Her demeanor

you don’t need to take care of me. You should leave,” Catherine stated, her thoughts drifting to Mirabella. She worried that if Mira returned and crossed paths with

frustration. “You’re unwell, and the kids came specially to see you. Why must you be so cold?”

out the

truly vexed. She couldn’t comprehend why Catherine was being

handle the stress,” Summer interjected, stepping forward and shaking her head

sat down by the bed, and gently took Catherine’s hand. “Granny, please don’t be mad at Mom. She’s just

icy facade thawed slightly under Summer’s loving gaze. “My health is fine. You take your mother and brother and go back home,”

curled slightly, her smile remaining tender. “Doctors

family, Catherine’s heart stirred with emotion. “But I don’t need them… I have Mir…” She caught herself mid–sentence, realizing she was about to slip up.

picked up on something.