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

Chapter 195

“I…” Leo began, the words almost tumbling out before he caught Mirabella’s all–knowing gaze, and suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to finish. After an awkward pause, he finally managed to say, “…forgot.”

Mirabella polished off the last slice of her apple, said nothing, and simply stood up.

Leo watched his sister abruptly walk away, and for some reason, a sense of dread washed over him, reminiscent of the feeling he got when he was caught by a teacher with unfinished homework as a kid.

“Weird,” he thought, “why would I even think that?”

Before long. Mirabella returned with a glass of water, her expression unreadable as she handed

it to Leo.

Sitting up straight, Leo almost robotically took the glass, his hands moving faster than his thoughts. Without needing any prompts, he fished out a bottle of pills from his pocket. “I’ll take them right now.” He didn’t even bother to ponder the possible side effects of the medication; he just popped a pill into his mouth without hesitation.

Watching him swallow the medicine, Mirabella’s stern expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm, “If you want to get better, you need to take the medicine I give you on time.”

his usual air of cool detachment and standoffishness dissolving in front of Mirabella as if their roles had been reversed – she the protective older sister, and he the obliging younger

snapped back to reality

phone buzzed in her pocket, and she casually pulled it out while absentmindedly

Leo’s expression flickered with confusion. Aside from Zach and Nick, even Emmitt didn’t know

and Nick wouldn’t have told her.

ignored the surprise in Leo’s eyes and comfortably settled back on the couch to text. not saying

had so many questions, but seeing her engrossed in her messaging, he finally

from a recent contact on Messenger named “No

of Solace Stem recently, but I heard that

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back lazily. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she read

Pill: Are you

has a lot of rare ingredients, so any high–level meds concocted there are cataloged and not allowed for private sale or

the edge of her phone, pondering for

of the compounder

My Meds: Not sure about that. I can ask around if you