The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 724

Nick noticed the pained expression on Mirabella's face over the shipping costs and paused briefly before asking, "Mirabella, are you running low on cash?"

Scratching her head, Mirabella frowned in frustration. "How should I put it? I'm flat broke!"

She couldn't even sell her potions without the family finding out. Despite having messed with their satellite network over a year ago, it was likely almost fixed by now.

And the money she had made before was nearly all gone. So, she was genuinely broke, to the point where she was struggling to afford shipping costs.

James, standing nearby, glanced at her silently when he heard the word "broke."

Someone who could afford a multimillion-dollar stash of herbs, calling herself broke?

"Here, take this card," Nick said, already pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

He couldn't fathom why their parents wouldn't give his sister money, but since he rarely had anything to spend on, he figured he might as well let his sister use it.

Mirabella watched her brother's gesture with a twitch of her lips. Truly a Davis family trait, passing cards and making transfers just like that.

She coughed a bit, pressing her hands together tightly and shook her head in refusal. "Thanks, Nick, but hardship breeds character. I think being broke is good for me."

Nick paused, taken aback.

Mirabella quickly added, "I should head upstairs," clutching the package she was carrying and swiftly disappearing into the house.

Seeing this, Nick could only sigh and put the card away, only for James to chime in, "Nick, how about a coffee?"

Nick's gentle expression hardened as he cast a sideways glance at him. Damn, always seizing the opportunity to be a nuisance!

He then turned and headed for the backyard.

Hearing this, memories flashed through Nick's mind. He glanced at his left hand before softly replying, "I can do it."

After all, the difference between a man and a chicken was merely in their makeup; the process of killing them wasn't all that different.

With that, Nick took the chicken from Catherine's hands and went to fetch a knife from the kitchen.

Catherine followed, assisting him.

"By the way, Grandma, do your daughters visit often?" Nick asked casually as he worked, now comfortable enough to address Catherine as his sister did.

At the mention of her daughters, a bitter smile flickered across Catherine's lips. "She's probably too busy. Doesn't come around much."

Nick paused in his task, then asked, "And... Summer?"