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

Chapter 217

Leo let out a resigned sigh, thinking. “You’re asking so obliviously, Mom. Anyone would think. you’re the evil stepmother from one of those old fairy tales.”

Looking up. Leo was about to speak when Shawn interjected. “Honey, why even ask? He’s grown enough to know when to grab a bite.” Shawn shook his head in mild exasperation.

“I was just making conversation,” Delilah retorted with a side glance at her husband, patting her face as she briskly headed to her bedroom.

Leo was left speechless. His heart felt like it had been put through a shredder since moving back home.

Mirabella glanced at Leo, who was with his self–absorbed, dazed expression, sipped her soup. and then reached for the cake box beside her, placing it in front of him. “The strawberry shortcake from this place isn’t half bad.”

And just when Leo thought. “Only my sister really gets me.” he was left bewildered.

Strawberry shortcake? What the heck? He was not a girl!

her soup,

of his usual grace as he speared a meatball and bit into

Awkward much?

they ate in silence. Then, struck by a thought, Leo looked up at his sister. “Mirabella, that medicine you gave me,

rarity of the medicine, urging him to ask Mirabella where she had

finishing her meal. Leaning back contentedly, she added, “I’ll get you another bottle in a few days.

involuntarily tightened on the tabletop as he echoed, “Back… on my feet?”

up to clear the dishes, cheerily saying over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Leo. I’ve

clouding his thoughts, trying to grasp the implications of her

up, Mirabella emerged, seeing him deep in thought but chose not to say more. simply remarking. “Leo,

of his reverie,

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