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

Chapter 91

Emmitt’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile, finding humor in the misunderstandings of the past weeks, while simultaneously feeling exasperated by his sister’s silence despite her academic prowess. “If she had just talked to me more,” he thought, “none of this unpleasantness would’ve happened.”

The food tasted bland, partly from wounded pride, partly from not knowing how to face Mirabella. So, when Emmitt’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he seized the excuse of urgent business and left the half–eaten meal behind.

Delilah, puzzled, watched him leave. “Isn’t it the weekend?” she mused.

Shawn raised an eyebrow, his tone cryptic. “He’s Just being stubborn.”

Delilah looked at her husband, not quite grasping his meaning. Shawn just smiled and kept his thoughts to himself.

Once downstairs, Emmitt didn’t start his car immediately but instead pulled out his phone and looked up the BrainSpark Nationals. He found the official website with ease and navigated to the scores section. He didn’t have to search long before Mirabella’s name leaped out at him, sitting at the top of the board, with a full hundred and fifty points.

had his parents not spoken of his sister’s accomplishments, he might have

it was just a preliminary score, nothing to fuss over.

Monday.

when she was summoned to the

greeted her with a beaming smile. his demeanor both gentle and

“Good morning. What can I do for you?”

about you taking shortcuts have been circulating around the school,” he said, his face darkening with concern before he continued with a hint of regret, “It’s my oversight, really.

looked surprised but shook her head, “No need. Wise people know better than to

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much

not expecting her indifference, but then realized that for someone of her intellect, dismissing public opinion was