The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

On the other end of the phone, Shawn was stepping outside a cozy cafe where he had been catching up with some old buddies. “Oh, we changed the locks at the house a while back. Why do you ask? Are you heading back home for something?”

What? Wasn’t that his home, too?

Leo furrowed his brow in confusion. He was always a bit of a straightforward thinker, and though he sensed something odd, he didn’t dwell on it, simply stating, “I’m thinking of moving back in for a while.”

Shawn’s mood soured instantly. “Don’t you have your own place? The house isn’t exactly a mansion. Where are we going to fit everyone?”

Holding the phone, Leo’s face wore a look of bewilderment. Their duplex might not have been a sprawling estate, but at over 400 square meters, it was hardly small.

“Alright, I’m not gonna talk about this now. I’m busy, gotta go.” Shawn quickly ended the call without giving his youngest son another chance to speak.

Back in the day, his children weren’t interested in staying at home, but now, they are all interested in moving back.

That was unfortunate, cuz Shawn wasn’t interested in having them back anymore.

With a huff, Shawn’s face regained its smile as he returned to the private room.

When the phone call abruptly ended, Leo stood there, lost in thought for the longest time. Why did it seem like his dad wasn’t exactly thrilled about him coming home?

Scratching his head, be glanced at the luggage beside him, feeling as if his family had cast him aside for the first time.

So, when Mirabella got home from school and found Leo squatting by the front door, looking utterly forlorn and abandoned, she almost wondered if she had walked up to the wrong floor.

“Leo… why aren’t you inside?” Mirabella asked, regaining her composure.

Hearing his sister’s voice, Leo looked up, pushing the brim of his cap back and attempting to stand, only to realize his legs had stiffened from squatting so long. He leaned on the door frame, struggling to get up.

Mirabella went over to help him up, massaging his stiff muscles, figuring he must’ve been squatting there for a couple of hours.

“I don’t have the keys,” Leo admitted sheepishly, his ear turning a shade redder as he accidentally kicked his luggage bag.

“Uh… isn’t Marian home?” Mirabella asked, puzzled. Usually, their housekeeper Marian would have already been preparing dinner. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Leo paused, then shook his head. “I rang the doorbell, but no one’s home.”

After a few seconds of thought, Mirabella suggested, “Maybe Marian took the day off.”

With that, she pulled out her keys and swiftly unlocked the front door. Then she turned her attention to Leo’s luggage bag, effortlessly picked it up, and headed inside..

Leo watched his sister lift his heavy luggage with ease and went into deep thought.

Leo followed her in and shut the door behind him, his hands feeling oddly empty.

“Your room is the first one on the left upstairs, right?” Mirabella called over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs with his belongings.

Leo met his sister’s gaze and instinctively replied with a hum. Mirabella flashed an ‘OK‘ sign at him mid–air.

Realizing what was happening. Leo opened his mouth to tell her he could manage his own luggage, but before the words could escape, Mirabella was already briskly ascending the

stairs.

Leo stood there, puzzled. How awkward was it for a grown man to let his slight sister carry his bags?