The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 74

Delilah spoke with a hint of mystery in her voice, "Well, they're not exactly guests."

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, "Summer?"

Even though Summer had returned to the Gilberts, as far as the Davises were concerned, she probably wouldn't be considered a guest.

"Not her." Delilah shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, "Why would you jump to Summer all of a sudden?"

Mirabella looked casual, "Just a wild guess."

With the grocery store bustling with people coming and going, Mirabella wasn't too keen to press on with questions, so she simply said, "Let's head back." With that, she was already walking out, arms laden with two hefty bags of groceries.

Watching her daughter's slender figure exhibit surprising strength, Delilah couldn't help but muse internally once more: A delicate and frail daughter was simply out of the question.

Once home, Delilah immediately dove into the kitchen to get busy. Mirabella, lost in thought, glanced at her mother and then retreated to her room.

It wasn't until past six in the evening that the Davis family doorbell chimed. "Mira, would you mind getting the door?" Delilah called out from the midst of her culinary endeavors.

Mirabella hummed a response, pocketed her phone, and got up to answer the door.

"Ah... did I get the wrong house?" The man outside, about to greet Delilah, caught sight of Mirabella and paused for a second before quickly swallowing the word.

Mirabella frowned slightly, "Hmm?"

Mirabella's gaze shifted, sizing up Collins. This man who claimed to be an agent, so her estranged brother was a performer?

Feeling scrutinized by Mirabella, Collins reflexively straightened his posture. Although she was just a young girl, she somehow imposed an inexplicable pressure. How odd!

After she gathered her thoughts, Mirabella's lips formed a slight smile, and she politely nodded at the person, "Nice to meet you." Then, she swung the door wide open, inviting him in.

Collins, snapping out of it, chose not to enter. Instead, he set down the several elegantly wrapped bags at the entrance, smiling, "I won't intrude. I'm just here to deliver some things on behalf of Leo. I'll be on my way shortly."

Mirabella's expression cooled upon hearing this, and with a half-smile, she asked, "He's not coming home tonight?"