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 the

“It was not easy for him to come all the way to the city. You could be a bit

his daughter, couldn’t help but give Mirabella a look of mild reproach as if to say, how could you

was

parents.

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

to Donald, stared him dead in the eye without a trace of emotion, and demanded, “Where did

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

throbbing at

frail old man like myself knock into you?”

cut straight to

find my

house?”

Donald. “Or rather, what’s your purpose for tracking me down? Don’t give me that grandpa story. We don’t know each