The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 784

Zach shot a glance at Shawn, who looked completely unfazed. With a sigh, he rubbed his temples and decided to drop the idea of convincing his sister. "Dad, we need to have a serious talk..."

He started walking towards Shawn.

Shawn barely glanced at him, raising a hand to shut him down. "There's nothing to talk about."

If they were going to talk, it would be with their fists.

Zach was floored. "!!!"

Your favorite daughter is about to be swept off her feet, and you don't even care?

Shawn didn’t give Zach another look and went back to the kitchen.

Mirabella, having finished her milk, chucked the empty carton into the trash from a distance with a cool flick of her wrist, looking a bit rebellious.

Zach, turning around and witnessing this, thought, "..."

Why does this remind me of Grady and his gang???

Shaking his head, Zach quickly dismissed the thought. His sister, although sometimes a bit of a schemer, was generally a good kid.

Right on cue, Zach’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, saw the name 'Grady' on the screen, and almost dropped it.

He hesitated for a long moment. Shawn, coming out of the kitchen again, asked curiously, "Why aren't you answering your phone?"

Zach looked up at Shawn and showed him the phone: "...Grady."

Shawn felt a headache coming on. He glanced at his daughter, already seated at the dining table, and then waved his hand, "Go outside and take it."

Zach nodded and headed to the garden with his phone.

Grady fell silent for a moment, "I just tried calling your dad, but no one answered."

Zach: "!!!"

So, this hot potato was actually tossed over by his dad?

Zach looked up through the sliding glass door at his dad inside, chatting happily with his sister.

Thus, he said into the phone, "Hold on, Grady, I'll get my dad for you."

After saying that, he walked back inside, approached Shawn, and handed him the phone: "Dad, Grady's on the line for you."

Shawn, staring at the phone screen that showed the call was still in progress: "..."

This clueless son of mine.