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

Chapter 415

Mirabella, tangled in a web of confusing relations, suddenly blurted out, “Mom, who is this old… Who exactly is he?”

Delilah glanced up at her daughter. “Sweety, you don’t recognize your Grandpa from back

home?”

Grandpa from back home? Yeah, right, since when? She was raised by her grandma, and there was no grandpa in the picture.

Rubbing her temples, Mirabella started, “No, it’s not that-”

But before she could finish, Donald chimed in, “Maybe I should be going. I’m just an old country bumpkin, dirty and all. I understand if Mira doesn’t want me around.” With that, he shakily reached for his cane next to him, struggling to stand up as if ready to leave.

Mirabella was flabbergasted. What an actor!

“Oh, please, it’s not like that at all,” Both Delilah and Shawn rose to their feet, helping

back onto

all

but give Mirabella a look of mild reproach as if to say, how could you treat

who hadn’t managed two words yet, was left feeling

parents.

comforted Donald and assured him he was welcome to stay, quickly telling Mirabella

were out of earshot, Mirabella took a seat next to Donald, stared him dead in the eye without a trace of emotion, and demanded, “Where did you even

Donald dropped his pitiful act. Resting his hands on his cane, he arrogantly replied, “You hit me and thought you could run off? Do you think the

an instant, Mirabella felt a pulse throbbing at her temple. “Who hit who? You know exactly what

could a frail old man like myself knock

steely look, cut straight to the chase. “Fine, how did

find my

house?”

gazing directly at Donald. “Or rather, what’s your purpose for tracking me down?