The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 126

About ten minutes later, Zach ladled out the spaghetti onto the plates and brought them to the table. “Give it a taste. Let me know if it’s okay.”

Mirabella picked up a fork and after just one bite, she looked up with a mouthful and mumbled, “Tastes pretty good.”

Zach sat down beside her, arching an eyebrow with pride. “Well, of course. I’ve been cooking since I was eight, you know.” That meant he had a good fifteen years of culinary experience under his belt. He was a veritable veteran.

At his words, Mirabella fell into thought. When she was eight, hadn’t she accidentally blown up her family’s potion lab a few times?

“By the way, at the hospital yesterday, after you went to the restroom, Catherine asked me to take care of you. Something felt off about it then, and I meant to talk to you, but it totally slipped my mind.” Zach smiled apologetically. “I had no idea Catherine planned on leaving. If I had been more attentive yesterday, maybe today’s drama wouldn’t have unfolded.”

Mirabella paused, looking at Zach, who had a hint of guilt on his face. Her voice was calm, “Zach, you shouldn’t blame yourself. Even without what happened yesterday, today’s events would have happened eventually. She never really settled in here. It’s probably for the best that she’s gone back to her roots.”

Zach gave a wry smile and shook his head. “I was supposed to be the one comforting you, but here you are, making me feel better.”

Mirabella just smiled and went back to her spaghetti. When Zach watched his sister, quietly eating, his heart was filled a mix of emotions. Even when facing Emmitt’s questions earlier, she had not shown a hint of panic, and she was as composed as an adult. If Summer had been in her shoes, it would have been a flood of tears and grievance, and that was not even considering the whole thing was a misunderstanding.

They say the squeaky wheel gets the grease. With Mirabella’s quiet, stubborn nature, it was no wonder she sometimes got the short end of the stick. He sighed silently and shifted the conversation to lighter topics, carefully avoiding any mention of Emmitt.