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

Jules snapped out of his thoughts, quickly shifting his gaze from the rearview mirror and gently revving the engine. "It's nothing," he muttered casually.

Yara just nodded, not giving it much thought, and turned her attention elsewhere.

Jules, who was Kitty's right-hand man, couldn't shake off the scene he'd just witnessed while waiting for Yara in the car. If he wasn't mistaken, the girl chatting with Yara earlier was Miss Mira's daughter, right?

As they made a U-turn, Jules couldn't resist another glance out the window. That license plate was unmistakable—it was the same one from when he first picked up Miss Mira's daughter. He had a vivid memory of it because he lost track of the car while tailing it. Even after digging into the license plate, he came up empty- handed.

"Yara, earlier I saw you talking to a pretty girl at the entrance. Is she a classmate of yours?" Jules asked, feigning curiosity.

"Not exactly. She's a junior from a different department I just met," Yara replied, keeping it brief.noveldrama

Jules's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Miss Mira's daughter wasn't in the same college as Yara. How could they have crossed paths? He figured she must have learned about Yara's reputation and approached her on purpose. Otherwise, why would people from different departments and years even know each other?

Jules mused silently, feeling a bit uneasy. People aren't always as they seem. She had come off as distant and indifferent, but underneath, she clearly had a plan.

Before long, they reached the hospital. Once Yara slipped into a sterile gown to visit Romero, Jules shared what he had witnessed at school with Kitty.

Kitty frowned deeply, glancing through the glass at the girl visiting Donald. "Are you sure you weren't seeing things?" she asked.

Jules nodded confidently. "I'm certain it was Miss Mira's daughter. I couldn't mistake her."

Kitty rubbed her temples, her expression tinged with sarcasm. "Like mother, like daughter. No matter how much you guard against it, she still manages to wriggle her way in."

This was not the news she wanted to hear.

"Maybe she knows Yara's well-connected at school and wants to latch onto that," Jules whispered.

The last thing Kitty wanted was her niece getting tangled up with her daughter. Hearing Jules's theory only worsened her mood. "How could a troublemaker's daughter even be worthy of standing next to mine?"

Sensing Kitty's frustration, Jules wisely avoided adding fuel to the fire.

Kitty, visibly agitated, paced back and forth in the hallway, clutching her bag.

When Yara emerged from Donald's room, she noticed the worry etched on her mother's face. "Mom, is everything okay?" she asked.

Kitty looked at her daughter, hesitating, "...It's nothing."

"Are you sure?" Yara pressed, unconvinced.

Kitty forced a smile, gently saying, "I'm just worried about your grandfather's health."

Hearing this, Yara didn't question further. She gave her mother's shoulder a reassuring pat. "The doctor said the worst of the infection is behind him, and he's on the mend. Grandpa's going to be alright."

Kitty nodded along, "Let's head home."

As they walked out, Kitty subtly turned her head, trying to keep her tone light, "Have you met anyone interesting at school lately?"