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

Chapter 1619

Catherine's phone, though they managed to find it, had taken a dip and refused to switch back on. Mirabella spent the whole afternoon trying to bring it back to life, but her efforts were in vain. It seemed like whatever secrets it held had slipped away with Catherine's passing, never to be uncovered again.

Frustrated, Mirabella tossed the screwdriver onto the table and slumped back in her chair, her bloodshot eyes losing their usual spark. What was the point of her knack for fixing gadgets if she couldn't even get one phone to work? She closed her eyes, feeling a little sorry for herself.

After a while, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and carefully put the phone back together, returning it to its original but still lifeless state. The recording Summer mentioned, the one that could have offered a glimpse into Catherine's life, remained a mystery-perhaps lost forever.

When James heard about the incident at school, he dropped everything and rushed back to the hotel. As he walked in, he saw Mirabella sitting there, motionless, looking pale and defeated. He paused, then walked over, ready to speak, when he noticed the phone in her hands. Wasn't that Catherine's?

James, seeing how upset she was, gently asked, "What happened? Is that Catherine's phone?"

Mirabella's eyelashes fluttered, realizing she wasn't alone. She wiped her face and looked at James, managing a bitter smile. "Am I useless? I can't even fix a phone. It's the only thing Grandma left behind."

James felt a pang in his chest. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed her head against his chest. "It's not your fault. Maybe this phone's fate was just meant to be."

the phone tightly, murmuring, "What's fate? A tragic end? Or

and unreadable, as if he'd heard her but didn't know how to respond. After a long pause, he

to let go of the thoughts she couldn't untangle. Life's

moment until a

let go, ruffled Mirabella's hair gently, and said, "I'll get the

nodded, slipping the

**

of Mirabella's

department. They were momentarily

guard when a young

the first to recover. He

nodded slightly, keeping a polite demeanor.