The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1076

After leaving Adler's place, Mirabella headed straight back to her apartment complex. She'd spent the whole afternoon working on potion analysis, so her mood was anything but sunny, and she looked a bit worn out.

As soon as she stepped through the door, Nick noticed her gloomy expression and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what's up? You look down."

Mirabella gave a little wave, slipped off her small bag, and put it on the cabinet. Then she flopped onto the couch like all her energy had been zapped, clutching a pillow to her chest.

Nick poured her a warm cup of water and placed it on the coffee table before sitting down. "What happened?"

Holding the pillow tighter, Mirabella rested her chin lazily on it, turning her head to meet Nick’s gaze. Her eyes, usually bright and lively, were clouded with confusion. "Nick, what do you think is the point of us being here?"

Nick was caught off guard, never expecting such a deep question from his sister. After a thoughtful pause, he shrugged and said, "Just to live, I reckon."

Mirabella blinked, paused for a beat, then suddenly broke into a smile, the shadows lifting from her face.

Yeah, living really is the whole point. If there are things and people you can't dodge, why bother trying so hard to avoid them?

Seeing her spirits lift, Nick didn't pry any further. He just reached over, giving her head a comforting pat. "Don't think too much about it. I'm always here for you, and home will always be your safe place."

Mirabella let out a soft hum, then sat up straighter. "Nick, did you cook dinner? I'm starving."

Nick smirked. "I ordered takeout; it should be here soon."

Mirabella nodded and sank back into the couch, her eyes drifting to the laptop on the coffee table. It was open to some programming software, the code only half done and a bit stuck with a few errors.

Her fingers twitched, her perfectionist side itching to fix it.

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The next morning, Mirabella was up early, pulling on her workout gear to head downstairs.

Winter had just begun, and the morning air was chilly. As she stepped outside, the cold wind hit her face, making her already pale skin look even whiter. She rubbed her hands together, watching her breath puff out in the air.

Winter in Riverdale was definitely colder than in Ashford.

Mirabella clicked her tongue in annoyance as she walked to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. But then, she spotted someone at the corner of the street and suddenly felt like her feet were glued to the ground.

She wiped her face with her hand, realizing she'd been finding herself in awkward situations more and more often lately. That definitely wasn't a good sign.