novelxo Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Truth be told, since she'd body hopped into this body, she hadn't really taken a
good look at the place she was living in.
The house was a quaint two-story cottage with a yard, the kind you'd find out in
the countryside. It had red brick walls topped with black shingles, and the walls
were untouched by paint or tiles. In some areas, due to the passage of time.
dark, moldy streaks had etched their presence into the surface. All in all, it was
the epitome of 1980s
architecture—undeniably old and tattered.
Mirabella touched the tip of her nose and mused that she had lived in these
rough conditions for over a year with relative ease.
Just then, the shrill voice inside the house ceased. Mandy emerged, dressed in a
black lace gown and a violet silk scarf tied around her neck. Her makeup was
impeccable, her hair pinned up with a diamond clip, exuding an aura of a high—
society lady. She paused upon seeing Mirabella standing in the yard, taken
aback.
But quickly, Mandy gathered her wits, concealing the complex emotions in her
eyes, and asked with indifference, “What are you doing here?”
Mirabella regarded Mandy calmly, her eyes a serene pool, her mind drifting.
A year ago, she’d jumped in this body for reasons unknown. Back then, the
original body wasn't called Mirbella but Mirabelle, a pampered daughter of a
newly wealthy family in Ashford.
A few months ago, she was abruptly informed that this body was not a true
Gilbert family child but was switched at birth by a nurse. Her biological parents
were just an ordinary working couple, not only lacking in wealth and influence but
also burdened with four seemingly unmotivated sons to support-a heavy load by
any measure.
Mandy, her foster mother standing before her, discovered that her biological
daughter lived in poverty while she raised a poor family’s child in luxury. Perhaps
Mandy felt her dormant maternal instincts stir due to this stark contrast. She saw
her biological daughter appear gracious and sweet—spoken, so she quickly
brought her back home, renaming her and inviting her to the family with haste as
if to compensate for any past neglect.
As for the faux heiress Mirabella, though born into wealth, she was never truly
cherished by the Gilbert family. She spent her childhood in a small town, raised
by Mandy's mother, and was rarely visited, even once a year.
With the real daughter reclaimed, the counterfeit had to step aside. So, before
the Davis family came to reclaim Mirabella, Mandy told her she didn’t deserve the
Gilbert name nor to stay there—a sentiment as clear then as Mandy's cold
demeanor now.
Mirabella collected her thoughts and nonchalantly withdrew her gaze from
Mandy.
Mandy, noticing the shift, furrowed her brows, her anger flaring. “What kind of
attitude is that?” she snapped.
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Hearing the rage in the question,
Mirabella raised an eyebrow playfully
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and replied with a sly smile, “And
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At that, Mandy's well-maintained
face darkened instantly. Clearly, no
matter how long you raised someone
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At that moment, Mandy's thoughts
turned to her biological daughter,
Summer. Raised in a modest
household, she exuded elegance and
grace, excelled in her studies, and
possessed diverse talents. Now
scouted to be a star, Summer was
seemingly born to bring pride to the
Gilbert family. In contrast, Mirabella,
the foster daughter, was no match
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Mandy took a deep breath, recalling the purpose of her visit. Her eyes hardened
as she pondered for a few seconds, then she reined in her anger.