The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 635

Summer's head snapped up at the words, her eyes locking with Bernardo's. "Dad, what do you mean by that?"

A sly smile played on Bernardo's lips. "Well, I heard it through the grapevine from your mother. I wouldn't have known about my foster daughter's talents otherwise."

Confusion flickered across Summer's face for a moment; she wasn't quite following.

Bernardo thought for a second but decided not to hold back, sharing the information and his own theories he had gathered.

"Dad, are you sure you got that right?" Summer asked, skeptical of her father's words.

How could Mirabella possibly be connected to Owen? And if Summer's memory served her right, in her previous life, Owen had succumbed to a strange illness at a young age, which was widely reported in the media.

Bernardo shook his head firmly. "No mistake, I'm certain of it."

To be on the safe side, he had made sure to double-check the information. His foster daughter had indeed visited Owen's residence.

Despite a nagging sense of doubt, Summer thought about how her second chance at life had already been full of bizarre twists. Deviations from her past life's trajectory seemed almost normal now.

So, Summer let the topic drop. If she could use this information to get a grip on Mirabella or even destroy her, it would be a sweet dose of revenge. After all, she truly loathed Mirabella.

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Mirabella had lately been busy fine-tuning Nick's health regimen. Acupuncture wasn't a long-term solution, so she was exploring oral medications to enhance the treatment.

After her medical skills were inadvertently revealed during a visit from Owen's mother, Mirabella saw no point in hiding her abilities any longer.

The Davis family's mansion was sprawling, with rooms aplenty, and she claimed one as her personal laboratory to concoct her remedies.

On Saturday morning, Mirabella's phone pinged with a series of messages.

A knock sounded at the door, and Sophia rose from her chair to answer it. The sight of the visitor immediately soured her expression.

"The annual certification for alchemist levels is almost upon us, and here you are, cooped up in your room playing video games. What does that say about you?"

Sophia's annoyance was palpable. "None of your business," she shot back before slamming the door in the visitor's face.

Conrad, nearly hit by the door, stood outside with a face turned ashen. He couldn't stand his cousin, and if it weren't for the valuable potions she conjured up, he would have kicked her out of the Keller household long ago.

He couldn't bear her arrogance any longer.

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Meanwhile, shortly after receiving the messages from No Stealing My Meds, Mirabella had a delivery arrive at her doorstep.