Chapter 457
“Thank God that knucklehead used a stage name back in the day.” Shawn mused with a sigh of relief, “otherwise, w end of it out in public.”
Delilah cast a silent glance at her husband, choosing to remain wordless.
never hear the
“Our daughter’s the real star, though, isn’t she? Everything she does is done with such grace and care. She’s been her brother’s anget Shawn stroked his chin, his pride lifting his posture as he spoke of his daughter.
The mention brought a bittersweet expression to Delilah’s face. “I can’t even begin to think about all the hardships she must ve endured
growing up.”
Her composure under such trying circumstances was a testament to the resilience she had built from a young age. Every time Delilah read the online comments mocking her daughter as some country bumpkin, she felt a mix of anger and pain.
Shawn patted his wife’s shoulder, trying to offer comfort. “That’s all water under the bridge now.”
The baby–switching incident had taken everyone by surprise, but thankfully, their biological daughter had returned to them, and she was nothing short of spectacular.
“Let’s get back to the livestream,” Delilah suggested, adjusting her position on the couch and picking up her smartphone.
Shawn hummed in agreement, but quickly, something seemed to strike him. He looked up at Delilah. “Oh, I almost forgot. Someone’s been snooping around about us.”
Delilah’s brow furrowed slightly. “Who would that be? And why are they poking around us?”
“I overheard some chatter at the office yesterday. No clue who it is,” Shawn replied with a shake of his head.
Delilah, struck by a thought, quickly suggested, “Maybe we should have someone keep an eye on Mira for a while.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same. We can’t let what happened to Nick happen again,” Shawn said, his tone heavy with concern.
The mention of Nick brought a tightness to Delilah’s chest, and she let out a long sigh, deciding not to dwell on the topic anymore.
Meanwhile, Mirabella had efficiently picked up an assortment of groceries in record time. When Leo went through the bags, he was stunned to find a prime cut of meat among the purchases.
His sister wasn’t just multi–talented. She had full marks in life skills, making him feel somewhat inadequate as a brother.
Soon, all the teams had gathered their groceries and converged in one spot. Out of the four groups, aside from Mirabella’s hefty haul, the others had about half of what she managed to carry.
“You’ve got some serious skills, Hans complimented Mirabella, giving her a thumbs–up after a quick comparison.
“Mediocre at best,” Mirabella replied with a modest lift of her brow. Even masked, her face radiated a mysterious allure.
Michelle, standing nearby, couldn’t hide her annoyance at Mirabella’s confident air. Keeping a smile plastered on her face, she chimed in, “You seem quite adept at this. Do you shop for groceries often?” It was a barbed question, insinuating a lack of funds for household help.
Mirabella’s expression remained unchanged, offering Michelle a brief, indifferent glance before turning away.
Michelle’s face stiffened for a fleeting moment, but she maintained her ladylike persona in front of the cameras.
Before long, the show’s van pulled up, and everyone piled in. Upon returning to the village by noon, the production team had set up makeshift kitchens for the celebrity guests. These so–called kitchens were nothing more than simple wood–fired stoves.
Leo, who had never cooked before, looked at the humble stove with a frown. “This show’s just out to make life tough for us.”
Mirabella spared a glance at the princess of woes and, without a word, rolled up her sleeves. She began methodically unpacking the groceries, each item finding its place.
Seeing this, Leo followed suit, rolling up his sleeves as if preparing for battle.
