The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 605

Emmitt finished speaking and made his way around the coffee table, heading for the door. He’d barely taken a couple of steps before he stumbled, but Delilah was quick to catch him.

“Are you sure you can get home like this? Maybe you should just stay over tonight,” Delilah said, worry evident in her voice.

Emmitt steadied himself and managed a strained smile. “I’ve already called for a ride-share, Mom. Don’t worry.”

“That’s not good enough. I won't be at ease even if you do make it back alone,” Delilah said, her brows knitted in concern. She turned to Zach, “Zach, can you help Emmitt to his room?”

Emmitt’s eyes instinctively sought out Mirabella, who was across the room. She had put away her phone and seemed calm. Perhaps sensing his gaze, she looked up and their eyes met briefly.

She didn’t say a word.

Emmitt felt a pang of bittersweetness in his heart.

In the end, Delilah’s insistence won, and Emmitt agreed to stay the night.

Once everyone had gone upstairs, Delilah turned to talk to her daughter, but Mirabella spoke first.

“Mom, you should get some rest. I’m going to my room now.”

Delilah started to say, “Sweetheart, about Emmitt, he—”

Mirabella sighed softly, “Mom, do you really think I’m that petty?”

Emmitt and Summer had been close for over a decade; it was impossible for there to be no feelings involved.

Mirabella would rather spend her time reading a couple of extra books than wasting it being upset and competing for attention.

Delilah wanted to say more, but faced with her daughter’s indifferent expression, the words just wouldn’t come.

Remembering the three massive boxes of study materials from last time, she hesitated, half-expecting it to be filled with exam papers, which she had developed an irrational aversion to.

Seeing her hesitation and her complex expression, Nick cleared his throat. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like. Last time you seemed interested in tech stuff at my place, so I brought you a laptop.”

Mirabella, relieved it was a computer, took the box eagerly. “Thanks, Nick!”

The old computer at home was indeed outdated, but since she rarely used the internet, she hadn’t bothered to get a new one.

“You’re my sister, no need to be formal,” Nick said, then pulled a smaller box from his pocket and handed it to her. “This one’s from Chester. He asked me to give it to you.”

Mirabella had heard the name 'Chester' more than once today. She hesitated for a moment before taking the small box, asking casually, “What kind of person is Chester?”

Since her return to the Davis family, she hadn’t heard much about other relatives, mainly because she hadn't shown much interest.