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

onto the

come all the way to

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

hadn’t managed two words yet, was left feeling undervalued by

parents.

was welcome to stay, quickly telling Mirabella to keep him company

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

could run off?

a pulse throbbing at

a frail old man like

straight to the chase. “Fine, how did you

find my

house?”

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