GoodReadChapter 378 Mirabella straightened up, her voice steady and firm. “Do | look like I'm brushing you off? Jenna glared at her, thinking to herself, “You bet you are, and it’s big time!” | honestly don’t know,” Mirabella said with a shrug, her hands spread wide in a gesture of Innocent cluelessness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“But seriously, | always thought Summer was a bit of a phony, but | never guessed she'd be so malicious. To take your brother's music and hand it over like it was hers, then have the gall to accuse him of being the thief?” Jenna clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Thank goodness for that recording that surfaced. Without it, your brother would be up the creek without a paddle, tarnished reputation and all. | wonder which guardian angel pulled that one out of their hat. It’s freaking impressive to dig up a recording like that.” Mirabella raised an eyebrow, a smug look crossing her face. “Perhaps that guardian angel is closer than you think.” Jenna laughed it off, not taking her seriously. “Queen Mira, you should be bowing down to that guardian angel.
Thanks to them, your brother's future isn’t going down the drain.” Mirabella just looked at her silently, choosing not to respond.
“Summer skipped school today,” Jenna continued, “and after this scandal, | bet she’ll be too embarrassed to ever show her face here again. It's a classic case of reaping what you sow.” Mirabella pondered for a moment. Given Summer's personality, she doubted embarrassment would keep her away from school for long.
During the last period of self-study that afternoon, Mirabella was engrossed in her work when Ms. Annette, called her out of the classroom. Once outside, Annette got straight to the point. “Mirabella, can | ask you something? Do you have two mothers?” Mirabella looked puzzled. “Um?” Annette had met Delilah before but was baffled by the arrival of another woman claiming to be Mirabella’s mother. So she had asked the woman to wait in her office while she checked with Mirabella.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm0032 Clearing her throat, Annette continued, “There’s a lady here who says she’s your mother, with the last nGilbert Mirabella instantly understood. Her expression remained neutral as she replied, “That's my former foster mother.” Annette, noting Mirabella’s cool demeanor, said, “She’s waiting in my office. Do you want to see her?” After a brief moment of thought, Mirabella nodded. She knew Mandy was here about the Summer incident, and even if she refused to meet, Mandy would find another excuse to cknocking. It was better to deal with it once and for all.
Soon enough, Mirabella followed Annette to her office. Annette let Mirabella in and then made her way to the next office, reminding her that she could cand find her if anything was amiss. Mirabella thanked her and stepped into the office.
Mandy was sitting there, looking posh with her makeup on point, exuding a strong scent of perfthat filled the room. Her gaze upon seeing Mirabella was cool and detached.
Getting straight to the point, Mirabella asked, “What do you want?” Mandy's brow furrowed at Mirabella’s disrespectful tone. She stood up, her voice icy. “What, can’t even callMom anymore?” Mirabella’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Ms. Mandy, have you forgotten? We already showed our true colors at the hospital last time, didn’t we?” Mandy was caught off guard by her foster daughter's boldness, and her expression darkened instantly. “Such an ill-mannered brat!”
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