The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 942

The butler approached Mirabella, glancing pointedly at the floor behind her before taking a deep breath. His tone was noticeably cooler than before. "Didn't I offer you slippers? Why didn't you change your shoes?"

"Don't you know changing shoes when entering a house is basic manners?"

"Oh, I don't like them," Mirabella replied, her tone indifferent.

The butler rubbed his forehead, visibly holding back his frustration. After a few seconds, he let it go. "Don't you understand..."

Mirabella tilted her head nonchalantly, her deep gaze locking onto the butler. Without saying a word, she managed to silence him mid-sentence, as if his throat was suddenly blocked.

After a brief pause, remembering the day's main business, the butler decided to drop the shoe issue and walked into the living room.

As he walked, he explained, "Your uncle, the eldest heir, is currently unavailable due to urgent matters. You can meet him another time."

At that moment, Dr. Hulls, the Cunningham family's physician, was sitting on the couch, engrossed in something.

The butler nodded politely at him before introducing him to Mirabella. "This is Dr. Hulls. The reason you're here today is simply to provide a blood sample."

Mirabella gave the butler a half-smile. "An invitation?"

The butler averted his gaze, ignoring Mirabella's comment, and continued, "Donald, your grandfather, is severely ill and needs a bone marrow transplant. Only blood relatives have a higher chance of being a match."

Mirabella finally understood why the Cunningham family was so eager to find her.

Mirabella casually adjusted her backpack strap. "What if I refuse?"

Upon hearing this, the butler first smiled, then his expression abruptly turned stern, his voice colder than ever. "You don't have the luxury to refuse."

He then signaled to Dr. Hulls with a look.

Dr. Hulls, well accustomed to the family's affairs, calmly opened the portable medical kit on the coffee table. He took out a syringe and an alcohol swab.

Holding the needle, which glinted silver under the light, Dr. Hulls looked up at Mirabella and said in a seemingly gentle tone, "Don't be afraid. It's just a tube of blood from the vein in your arm. It'll be over in the blink of an eye."