The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 629

When Mirabella got home from school that afternoon, she was taken aback to find a small gathering in the living room, especially when she spotted Johnny among the visitors. She immediately caught a strange look on Delilah's face, which only deepened her bewilderment.

Setting her backpack down with a soft thud, Mirabella nodded in greeting. Linnea, who had been anxiously awaiting Mirabella's return, could barely contain her excitement as she rose and approached.

"Little Mira, was it you who cured my boy Owen's illness?" Linnea asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Mirabella paused, her mind racing. Owen? Linnea's son?

After a moment, Mirabella nodded, her expression somber. She hadn't expected Linnea to return with the Davis clan in tow, especially since there hadn't been a peep about any medical treatment during their dinner the previous evening.

Mirabella's eyes flicked to Johnny, who felt an unexplainable shiver run down his spine under her gaze. With Mirabella's affirmation, Linnea pressed on eagerly, "What exactly was wrong with Owen? Is he truly better now?"

Knowing Linnea was a friend of her mother's, Mirabella patiently explained about genetic diseases, glossing over the more technical aspects. Once Linnea heard the term 'genetic disease,' her faith in Mirabella as Owen's healer was sealed.

"So, there's no complete cure for Owen's condition? Just management and treatment?" Linnea inquired, a hint of disappointment lacing her words.

Mirabella murmured an affirmation. With the current state of medical science, that was the best they could hope for. Linnea's eyes clouded with a touch of sorrow, but she quickly rallied, realizing that even though her husband had passed away without a cure, her son's condition was now manageable. That in itself was a blessing.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Linnea expressed her heartfelt gratitude. "Marian, thank you. Thank you for saving my son's life."

After a brief pause, Mirabella nodded.

Delilah's feelings grew even more complicated, and she felt an impulsive urge to shake the truth out of her daughter. Just a few pills had cured her migraines—was that really the result of just a stint with an old alternative medicine practitioner? Her daughter, the little charlatan, was pulling a fast one on her own mother.

Perhaps sensing the barely concealed exasperation in Delilah's eyes, Mirabella shifted subtly, took a sip of water, and deftly changed the subject. "By the way, why haven't I seen our usual accountants around lately? I was almost under the impression they were here to collect debts."

Delilah's frustration was momentarily deflected. "...."

She decided to let the conversation settle there, but she knew this wasn't over. She made a mental note to revisit this topic—just as soon as she figured out how to handle her extraordinarily mysterious daughter.