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

Delilah spoke with a hint of mystery in her voice, “Well, they’re not exactly guests.”

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, “Summer?”

Even though Summer had returned to the Gilberts, as far as the Davises were concerned, she probably wouldn’t be considered a guest.

“Not her.” Delilah shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, “Why would you jump to Summer all of a sudden?”

Mirabella looked casual, “Just a wild guess.”

With the grocery store bustling with people coming and going, Mirabella wasn’t too keen to press on with questions, so she simply said. “Let’s head back.” With that, she was already walking out, arms laden with two hefty bags of groceries. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Watching her daughter’s slender figure exhibit surprising strength, Delilah couldn’t help but muse internally once more: A delicate and frail daughter was simply out of the question.

Once home. Delilah immediately dove Into the kitchen to get busy. Mirabella, lost in thought, glanced at her mother and then retreated to her room.

It wasn’t until past six in the evening that the Davis family doorbell chimed. “Mira, would you mind getting the door?” Delilah called out from the midst of her culinary endeavors.

Mirabella hummed a response, pocketed her phone, and got up to answer the door.

“Ah… did I get the wrong house?” The man outside, about to greet Delilah, caught sight of Mirabella and paused for a second before quickly swallowing the word.

Mirabella frowned slightly. “Hmm?”

The man was holding an armful of items, stepped back to double–check the house number against the door frame, “No mistake there.”

He then looked back at Mirabella, internally admiring her striking beauty, cleared his throat, and asked uncertainly. “This is the Davis residence, right?”

“It is,” Mirabella answered with a cool and detached voice, her exquisite face showing little emotion. Even her voice was a delight.

However, although the girl looked unfamiliar, he couldn’t help but notice a resemblance to his client in her features. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered something, exclaiming. “Are you Leo’s biological sister, the one who was switched at birth?” He knew Summer, so guessing the identity of the girl before him wasn’t difficult.

Mirabella stared at him with indifferent eyes and remained silent.

Pretty, with a lovely voice and a cool demeanor – she didn’t look like someone who had grown up in the countryside. Collins’s surprise flickered briefly before he hurriedly introduced himself, “Hello. I’m your brother Leo’s agent, Collins.”

At the mention of this, a flicker of surprise crossed Mirabella’s eyes. So, her mother had been bustling about all day. stubbornly keeping the identity of their visitor a secret- it was Leo?

Mirabella’s gaze shifted, sizing up Collins. This man who claimed to be an agent, so her estranged brother was a performer?

Feeling scrutinized by Mirabella, Collins reflexively straightened his posture. Although she was just a young girl, she somehow imposed an inexplicable pressure. How odd!

After she gathered her thoughts, Mirabella’s lips formed a slight smile, and she politely nodded at the person, “Nice to meet you.” Then, she swung the door wide open, inviting him in.

Collins, snapping out of it, chose not to enter. Instead, he set down the several elegantly wrapped bags at the entrance, smiling. “I won’t intrude. I’m just here to deliver some things on behalf of Leo. I’ll be on my way shortly.”

Mirabella’s expression cooled upon hearing this, and with a half–smile, she asked, “He’s not coming home tonight?”