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

Chapter 417

Back at home for quite some time, Mirabella was tasting the bitter flavor of being ostracized by her father, her mother, and her brother for the first time. She sat at the dinner table, mindlessly pushing food around her plate with a fork, occasionally casting a sidelong glance at Donald, who sat next to her. She just couldn’t fathom what kind of sweet talker Donald was, to have hoodwinked them all into doubting her word.

After a lackluster dinner, Mirabella was all set to retreat to her room when Delilah insisted she stick around to keep Donald company. Reluctantly, she stayed put in the living room, not making any effort to strike up a conversation, and instead pulled out her phone for some solitary entertainment.

Shawn, witnessing his daughter’s aloof disposition, couldn’t help but shake his head in distress. He took a seat beside Donald and struck up a small talk, “Do you enjoy a good cup of coffee?”

As a man who wouldn’t end his meal without a cup of coffee, Shawn was naturally expecting to continue his ritual today.

At the mention of coffee, Donald’s eyes lit up. “That’s one of my few indulgences,” he admitted with a nod.

Encouraged by this common ground, Shawn stood up and said, “Give me a moment. I’ll fetch the coffee set.”

Donald had been away from home for two days without the comfort of his cofee ritual and was feeling rather out of sorts.

glance at Shawn and Donald, shook her head in dismay, and turned away from them, diving back into the

settling on a box of Blue Mountain coffee. He hesitated for a

living room, cradling a complete set of coffeeware along with the coffee. Donald’s

this could fetch tens of thousands of dollars. Donald tapped his

you usually prefer?” Shawn asked

complexion was rosy, and his wrinkles weren’t as profound as one might expect, giving him

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of vintage Blue Mountain. Today’s a fine day to share it Shawn said, reaching for the tin box beside

perked up. “Well, it seems I’m in for

the coffee box in Shawn’s hands, recognizing the all–too–familiar container. Donald was taken aback. Could it be the same as the one he had treasured for many

eyes, thinking he was seeing things, but when he looked again, there it was, the