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

Chapter 1162

"If you want to say I hate Donald, then fine, go ahead. My daughter just won't do it," Delilah said, gripping her daughter's hand tightly without even glancing at her.

"Do you really need Dad to die before you're happy?" Kitty slammed the table, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Delilah laughed in frustration, "Don't act so righteous. Even the top hospital in the city can't help Donald. What gives you the right to guilt-trip me and my daughter?"

Saving Donald wouldn't earn us any praise, and if it didn't work out, all the blame would likely fall on my daughter.

Delilah knew her siblings too well-always selfish and greedy.

"Because the Cunningham family blood runs through your veins, and your daughter once claimed she was eighty percent sure she could cure Donald!" Kitty's eyes were sharp as she looked at Mirabella. "If you can save Donald, why won't you? He's your grandfather, a living, breathing person!"

Hearing this, Delilah frowned, about to speak coldly, "I said, my daughter..."

"You're right, there's still a chance for

turned to her daughter, bewildered, "Mira, what

then withdrew her hand and patted her mother's

into a

see how much the Cunninghams were

in another?" Kitty, skipping the small talk, gestured for Jules to grab the purse hanging by the coat

the check, she tossed it onto the lazy Susan, spinning it towards Mirabella with a mocking laugh, "Two million?

this, Atlas, standing behind Mirabella, couldn't help but glance at

said it all: Who is

Davis family? Must be the joke

eyebrow, eyeing the numbers on the check with a soft sigh, then looked sideways at Delilah, "Delilah, your daughter just got hit with

Delilah's cheeks twitched, "..."

this little rascal reminding her of when she was tricked into thinking they were