Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Clark, too, was dizzy with shock at Mirabella’s multitude of talents.
He had thought the identities of “Dr. Bell” and “hacker Alex” were enough to overshadow him, making him feel insignificant as a brother.
He hadn’t expected his sister to have so many other identities that he wasn’t aware of.
Hans, Chasel, and David had never told him!
It took him a while to recover from the shock, then he pulled out his phone, sending a message in disbelief, [You guys are really something, not telling me that Mirabelle and Labella were Bella’s pseudonyms! If it weren’t for Mom and Dad revealing it today, I would have continued to be in the dark!]
Hans: [Bella is the painter Mirabelle and calligrapher Labella? How come I didn’t know?]
Chasel: [When did this happen?]
David: [Bella has so many pseudonyms? I only knew she was Melody and the founder of QY.]So, Bella also uses the pseudonym “Melody” as a piano prodigy!
Clark deeply inhaled, his eyes landing on the girl beside him. How did she manage all these identities?
Each one was far more impressive than him as a big brother.
Was it too late for him to start over?
Meanwhile, Mirabella, oblivious to Clark’s inner turmoil, borrowed a pen from the doctor and started writing to show her grandfather.
“Yes, yes, Labella writes the word ‘Labella’ like this. You really are Labella.” Bernard was thrilled, “Write a few more for me. I love your handwriting.”
Only God knew how much he adored Labella’s calligraphy, sharp and vigorous.
They said handwriting reflecting the personality, Bella must be as refined and impressive as her handwriting, elegant and noble.
Mirabella penned for him a few poems, one per page, leaving Bernard overjoyed, rereading them time and time again.
“I want some too.” Cornelia, influenced by her husband’s enthusiasm, also fell in love with Mirabella’s handwriting.
Mirabella then wrote a few pages for her.
The paper was just regular printer paper, gotten from the doctor, but once graced with Mirabella’s writing, it seemed precious.
“Bella, your handwriting is so beautiful.” Cornelia admired her script, lavishing praise generously.
“So, isn’t Bella beautiful?”
As soon as Clark made this comment, Cornelia smacked him lightly, “You’re just jealous. Bella is of course beautiful, unless someone was blind and couldn’t see.”
“Bella, can you sketch something else for me? Anything at all!”
Bernard adored Mirabella’s artwork so much, he held out a blank piece of printer paper, hoping Mirabella would sketch something.
“A piece by Bella is worth a fortune. She can’t just sketch anything on a whim!” Kenneth worried his precious daughter would be exhausted, “Wait till you’re discharged, and when Bella has time to visit you, she’ll bring you some of her works.””Just a quick sketch to whet my appetite.” Bernard still held the printer paper, his eyes full of expectation as he looked at Mirabella.
“Give Bella a break, look at the time.” Kenneth glanced at the clock and found that it was almost 1am, “Alright, alright, you guys should rest now, we’ll visit you again tomorrow.”
“No need for you to come, let Bella represent us.”
Kenneth never expected to be dismissed by his own father!
Mirabella took the paper, randomly sketched a few lines, and a majestic sketch appeared on the paper.
Perhaps they didn’t expect her sketching skills to be so good, she completed a piece in just a few minutes, Bernard couldn’t stop praising, “Wonderful! I’ll have this framed when we get home.”
“This is nothing. I’ve seen Bella draw with sand.” Kenneth took out his phone, showing the previously captured artwork to Bernard.
Mirabella herself didn’t know she had drawn with sand, until she saw the artwork in the photo, then she recalled a long time ago, while answering a call at Reflections Villa, she kicked around in the sand out of boredom.
At that time, the garden was being renovated, there was a pile of sand there, who would have thought it would become her “tool” for drawing.
It was captured by Kenneth.
“Send me this sand drawing. I want to save it as my phone wallpaper.” Bernard had no idea sand could be used for drawing, and it was executed so beautifully.Actually, Mirabella could use many mediums to create art, but no one knew it, because the pieces she drew with a pen were already enough to amaze people.
“Bella, we’ll be discharged in a few days, you must come.” Cornelia held her hand, saying sorrowfully.
“Don’t worry Grandma, I’ll definitely come.” Mirabella said gently, “It’s late, you and Grandpa should rest now.”
Cornelia glanced at her husband, who was still happily appreciating Mirabella’s sand drawing.
Mirabella smiled, “I’ll sketch some for you next time.”
Just now, she only drew for her grandpa, and she hadn’t drawn for her grandma yet, but it was getting late, she didn’t want to disturb the old couple’s rest.
“Thank you, my sweet granddaughter.” Cornelia was all smiles, “After we’re discharged, you should come over and play the piano, we have a lovely grand piano.”
“You’re trying to exhaust Bella.” Clark couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, get into bed, I’ll tuck you in.”
Reluctantly, Bernard had to put his things away into the bedside drawer and lie down.
After Clark tucked them in and gave some reminders, he prepared to leave.
“Hold on!”
Bernard sat up suddenly as though he had remembered something.
“What is it now, grandpa?” Clark asked, his tone laced with good-natured exasperation.
“Does anyone have Bella’s number?”
“As a matter of fact, I don’t have it either.” Cornelia chimed in, reaching for her phone to record the number.
From the sidelines, Serena watched as her grandparents fawned over Mirabella, their affection for Bella souring her mood. Why did Mirabella always manage to steal the spotlight so effortlessly?
After Mirabella shared her number, Bernard and Cornelia carefully noted it down, repeating it back to her to confirm.
“Bella, are you on Fall Break right now? What time do you usually wake up?” Bernard asked, recalling a landscape painting he had once done in an attempt to mimic Mirabelle’s style. He wondered if Mirabella could offer some feedback.
“I usually wake up at six.”
“Six? Why don’t you sleep in a bit?” Cornelia asked with motherly concern. “You’re finally on break and you usually have so much school work. Don’t tell me Kenneth is preventing you from catching up on some much-needed rest?”
“On my honor, Mom, I’d love nothing more than for Bella to get a good night’s sleep.” Kenneth quickly defended himself.”I’m just used to waking up early, it’s not anyone’s fault; Mirabella explained.
Cornelia heaped praises on Bella. “It’s rare to find youngsters who can maintain such good habits these days.”
“Alright, time to get back in bed; Clark finally intervened, reaching to switch off the light.
“But Bella, I’ll call you tomorrow.’ Bernard protested, feeling that their conversation had been cut short.
“Dad, Bella has a lot on her plate, managing her own corporation and juggling other commitments. She doesn’t have too much free time. Why don’t you focus on getting better first?” Kenneth suggested, worried about his daughter’s already packed schedule.
“Don’t worry. Call me whenever you want, Mirabella reassured them gently.
“In that case, I’ll add you on WhatsApp later. Make sure to accept my request!” Bernard added, which prompted Clark to remind him again to get some rest.
After a few more words exchanged between Mirabella and the elderly couple, the room finally settled down for the night. Everyone wished each other goodnight and tiptoed out of the room.
“It’s obvious Mom and Dad are very fond of Bella,’ Kenneth remarked with a pleased grin. After all, how could anyone not appreciate such a remarkable young woman?
Mirabella, however, was engrossed in her phone, responding to messages and didnt notice their conversation.
Serena, on the other hand, had heard every word and couldn’t help but feel a touch of melancholy. If it weren’t for Mirabella, she would be the apple of her grandparents’ eyes.”Texting someone?” Clark noticed his sister’s preoccupation with her phone. “You can continue. Just follow me.”
Mirabella politely declined Jennifer’s invitation for a late-night snack.
Jennifer had noticed Mirabella’s absence in the past couple of days and wondered if she had become a nuisance. She messaged Romeo to find out that that girl had been busy visiting her grandparents who had recently awakened from a coma. Jennifer’s Spirits instantly soared upon hearing the news.
The next morning, bright and early.
Jennifer was pulling George along with her, heading to the hospital to visit Bernard and Cornelia.
“I’m so thrilled to see you both awake.” Jennifer’s smile was graceful and charming. “I heard that Bella was the one who saved you. Her medical skills are simply extraordinary. She saved me once too.”
Jennifer started to recount the incident when she was betrayed by her best friend, poisoned with a dangerous toxin, and Bella was her savior. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.
“That friend of yours is truly devious.” Cornelia couldn’t help but sympathize with Jennifer. “You treated her like family, and yet she betrayed you like this.”
“Eventually, she couldn’t find a competent doctor to detoxify her and got what she deserved.” Jennifer’s gaze dimmed momentarily.
Noticing a sketch on the bedside table, she couldn’t help asking, “Is this Bella’s work?”
“How can you recognize that?” Bernard seemed slightly surprised from his hospital bed.
“I can recognize Mirabelle’s style anywhere.” Jennifer picked up the sketch to admire it. She was amazed that someone could create such a masterpiece with just a ballpoint pen and a piece of A4
paper. “It’s profound and lifelike. Bella’s artistic prowess is truly impressive.”
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