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

Grady let out a soft hum, sinking back into his chair, his tense features easing up now that Mirabella was out of the car.

"Still can't figure out who wiped Miss's records. I've dug into her medical history multiple times, but it's like they never existed," Atlas said, gripping the steering wheel, his face dark with frustration.

The lack of information only made things more suspicious.

Lost in thought, Atlas suddenly blurted out, "Do you think Mr. Nick could've erased Miss's records?"

Grady's gaze drifted to the bustling traffic outside. After a long moment, he replied, "That doesn't matter."

Atlas glanced at him, about to say something, but Grady's phone rang. Raising a hand, Grady signaled Atlas to stay quiet and answered the call.

"... Yes, the young lady is exceptional-well-mannered, neither arrogant nor rash. She even aced her final exams. Don't worry, I've got it all under control. You take care of yourself too."

The call ended quickly.

"Was that Keir?" Atlas whispered.

Grady, still holding his phone, paused before replying, "Yeah."

"Keir called to check on the young lady, huh?" Atlas chuckled, "Even though he's never met her, it's clear he's pretty concerned."

Pausing, Atlas's mind wandered to Summer, "Keir never paid much attention to Miss Summer. It's funny how blood ties work."

Grady's expression turned icy, "Just drive."

Seeing Grady's reluctance to chat, Atlas clammed up.noveldrama

**

Back home, Mirabella didn't mention running into Grady.

After Delilah discovered her daughter's final exam scores, both parents sat on the couch, stunned for a good half hour.

Knowing their daughter was a good student was one thing, but a perfect score in humanities? That was mind-blowing.

They even checked online for past years' final exam scores. While there were perfect essays each year, a perfect score across all humanities subjects was unheard of.

Mirabella grabbed a soda from the fridge, took a few sips, and wandered back into the living room. Noticing her parents still staring at her, she raised an eyebrow, "What's with the looks?"

Delilah swallowed hard, her voice a bit scratchy, "Your final exam scores are out. Have you checked?"

Mirabella took another sip, then nodded, giving a casual hum.

Seeing her daughter's calm demeanor, Delilah felt an overwhelming urge to

throttle her, "You scored perfect marks!!"

Mirabella flopped onto the couch, crossing her legs lazily, "I know."

Delilah was speechless.

Was a casual 'I know' all it took to settle this?

Shawn, trying to suppress his own urge to lecture their daughter, cleared his throat and gently tugged on his wife's hand, "Our family's never had a valedictorian. This calls for a big celebration."

Delilah hadn't thought that far ahead, but her husband's suggestion shifted her focus. She nodded, "Absolutely, I'll start drafting a guest list right away..."