The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 596

Catherine lifted her phone to her eyes. "Hold on a sec, Mira. Grandma needs to find a seat."

As she said this, she looked around, searching for a place to sit while walking.

Mirabella hummed softly, glancing at the background behind Catherine. "Are you at the riverside park?"

"Yep, just out picking up a few things." There was a breeze on Catherine's end, causing her voice to come through with a rustling sound, and the screen shook a bit—clearly, she was walking briskly.

Mirabella pressed her fingers to her temple and advised, "No rush, Grandma. Take it easy."

Catherine acknowledged the advice but didn't slow her pace. After a while, she finally found a park bench and, sitting down with a heavy breath, she said, "Getting old, a short walk tires me out."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. "You seem pretty spry to me."

Catherine grinned. "Well, with my granddaughter's magic potions, how could I not be?"

"Oh, look at you, smooth talker," Mirabella teased, flicking her bangs to the side to reveal her forehead.

Watching her granddaughter on the phone's screen, Catherine's eyes grew misty. It had only been a few months since they'd parted, yet it felt so long. And no matter how often they video chatted, it never seemed enough.

After a quiet couple of minutes, Catherine broke the silence. "My Mira's turned into such a beautiful young lady."

"So, what, I wasn't pretty before?" Mirabella replied with a touch of vanity.

Catherine was momentarily speechless.

Leo, who had been listening silently, rolled his eyes at his sister. Her thick skin spared no one, not even the elderly.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, cutting right to the chase. "You think I can't tell there's more?"

Catherine touched her nose, recalling the call from Mandy earlier that day, and shook her head. "No, really, it's nothing."

Considering the text she received from Aiden at noon, Mirabella went straight to the point. "Did the Gilberts say something to you again? Or did they ask you to pass a message to me?"

Catherine always knew her granddaughter was sharp; nothing ever got past her. After a moment's thought, she decided to come clean.

Her daughter had called today, not saying much, just mentioning that she wanted to mend fences with her foster daughter and was hoping for her to mediate.

Catherine wouldn't have called if it was just about smoothing things over; it was precisely because she knew her daughter's temper that she was worried.