The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 301

Mirabella slid back into her seat with the subtle grace of a cat reclaiming its favorite sunny spot.

Just as Delilah was about to inquire who her daughter had been speaking with, her gaze lifted to see Emmitt entering the room, prompting her to snap her lips shut. She cast a cautious glance at Mirabella's expression. The siblings were wrapped in a thick fog of misunderstanding.

Clearing her throat, Delilah set aside her fork. “Emmitt, you're back? Have you had dinner?”

As she spoke, Zach and Leo, both hunched over their plates, along with Shawn, turned to look at Emmitt. Their faces mirrored Delilah's reaction, an uncanny mixture of concern and curiosity. Then, almost reflexively, their gazes shifted to Mirabella as if to ensure she was alright.

Emmitt felt a sting at the sight, the bitterness in his throat intensifying. After a moment, he nodded to Delilah. “Yeah, I've eaten.”

The air turned awkward, thick with the unspoken. Delilah, for once, found herself at a loss for words. It was Zach who broke the silence, “Emmitt, you're home late. Got something on your mind?”

“Mmm,” Emmitt hummed, striving for a tone of nonchalance. “I saw online that Leo got hurt. Is that true?”

Leo's hand trembled, nearly dropping his fork.

Delilah, unaware of any such incident, chuckled, “Oh, no. Your brother is fine. Look at him.”

Emmitt's gaze shifted to Leo, and seeing that he bore no resemblance to the rumors online, he relaxed, “Good, that's good.”

Leo coughed, lifting his head to add, “The internet is full of wild tales. Don't believe it. It'll blow over soon.”

For a moment, Emmitt was transfixed. He remembered a time when he had scoffed at Mirabella for reading a French book, accusing her of being pretentious. But what was the reality? The video seemed to mock him, highlighting his ignorance.

He looked away before the video ended.

Shawn simply patted his son's shoulder, saying nothing more. Some lessons had to be learned on one's own.

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The next day, as soon as the school bell signaled freedom, Mirabella's phone began to buzz insistently. She pulled it out of her pocket, calm and unhurried.