The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 417

Back at home for quite some time, Mirabella was tasting the bitter flavor of being ostracized by her father, her mother, and her brother for the first time. She sat at the dinner table, mindlessly pushing food around her plate with a fork, occasionally casting a sidelong glance at Donald, who sat next to her. She just couldn't fathom what kind of sweet talker Donald was, to have hoodwinked them all into doubting her word.

After a lackluster dinner, Mirabella was all set to retreat to her room when Delilah insisted she stick around to keep Donald company. Reluctantly, she stayed put in the living room, not making any effort to strike up a conversation, and instead pulled out her phone for some solitary entertainment.

Shawn, witnessing his daughter's aloof disposition, couldn't help but shake his head in distress. He took a seat beside Donald and struck up a small talk, "Do you enjoy a good cup of coffee?"

As a man who wouldn't end his meal without a cup of coffee, Shawn was naturally expecting to continue his ritual today.

At the mention of coffee, Donald's eyes lit up. "That's one of my few indulgences," he admitted with a nod.

Encouraged by this common ground, Shawn stood up and said, "Give me a moment. I'll fetch the coffee set."

Donald had been away from home for two days without the comfort of his cofee ritual and was feeling rather out of sorts.

Mirabella, clutching her phone, spared a glance at Shawn and Donald, shook her head in dismay, and turned away from them, diving back into the digital world on her screen.

Shawn headed to the temperature-controlled pantry where his precious coffee collection awaited. His eyes scanned the array of prized leaves before settling on a box of Blue Mountain coffee. He hesitated for a brief moment, then grabbed the coffee and a pot, exiting the pantry with a purpose. Donald was a special guest and deserved the best.

Soon, Shawn returned to the living room, cradling a complete set of coffeeware along with the coffee. Donald's gaze fell upon the clay pot in Shawn's hands, betraying a flicker of surprise.