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

Although the steward didn't know what Miss Mira was going to do in Province Y,

he nodded immediately, "Of course, I'll contact the aviation authority right away to request a flight path."

Mirabella nodded slightly, thanking him once more.

Turning around, Mirabella re-entered the lounge, not even glancing at Santos, but speaking to Paul, "Paul, I have something urgent to attend to. I'll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital, and I'll come visit you later in the evening."

Paul, who had regained some strength, looked at Mirabella. Though she appeared normal, the sadness in the depths of her eyes did not escape him. He gently patted her arm without asking further, "Alright, you go ahead."

"Okay."

Mirabella left the lounge.

Soon, Santos and his men were taken away, and Paul was transported to the hospital.

*

The Davis family's steward was incredibly efficient; in less than ten minutes, the plane was ready.

Mirabella boarded the plane and sat there motionless, her eyes staring out the window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she seemed to feel nothing at all.

Time passed quickly yet also seemed to drag on. A little over an hour later, the plane finally landed at the airport in Province Y.

Mirabella then closed her sore eyes, stood up, and disembarked from the plane. Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the accompanying steward dared not say much, only quietly following by her side.

As she walked out of the airport, Wyatt was waiting at the exit. Mirabella had messaged him before boarding the plane. Seeing her, he hurried forward, "Ms. Mirabella."

Mirabella nodded, her voice a bit hoarse, asking, "Where is my grandmother now?"

As Wyatt led her to the parked car, he replied softly, "Her body has already been transported back to Elm Creek; it should have already arrived home by now."

Hearing the word 'body,' Mirabella's hand hanging by her side clenched again. She gave a light hum, turned to the Davis family's steward, and told him there was no need to

follow, then fell silent again.

Quickly, Wyatt drove Mirabella back to the town.

Throughout the journey, he drove almost at top speed, reducing a trip that

normally took two hours to just one.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley, where James, wearing a dark long coat, was waiting.

Seeing the man standing there,

Mirabella finally showed a flicker of emotion in her eyes. She opened the door and stepped out, standing in front of James. A cold wind brushed her face, making her shiver, ber patfor impossible to conceal.

James, who had never seen Mirabella in such a state, felt a pang of heartache. He reached out to hold her cold hand, and after a while, he spoke, "Condolences."

Mirabella's fingers curled slightly, and even though enveloped in warmth, she felt only the bone-chilling cold. She opened her mouth to speak, "My grandmother, she..."

James smoothed her fingers, simply saying, "Go see her."

"Alright." Mirabella nodded, letting him lead her down the alley.

Her mechanical silhouette made it almost impossible to reconcile with the person

who never lost her composure, no matter the situation.

Wyatt watched from behind, sighing deeply.

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When Mirabella and James reached the entrance of the courtyard, the gate was not closed, a white cloth already hung upon it. She stood at the entrance, looking in from afar.

The usually serene courtyard was now filled with many neighbors, a simple tent had been erected in the open space, under which lay a coffin.

Summer, dressed in dark clothes with a black armband on her arm, was speaking with the people in the courtyard. Seemingly sensing something, she suddenly looked up towards the gate.