The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 159

Nick always had a thing about personal space. Even though Zach was his own flesh and blood. their embrace lasted barely a second before Zach hastily stepped back, maintaining a respectful distance.

Zach sighed inwardly, understanding his brother’s temperament all too well. However, no sign of displeasure crossed his features. His gaze swept the high–tech hall, and he said with a lightness in his voice. “Seeing you live the good life makes me happy, Nick.”

Nick’s lips twitched, as if he struggled to muster a smile, but his stoic disposition left his features stiff and rigid. He turned and poured two glasses of water–one for himself and one for Collins. “Make yourself at home,” he said, handing over the glass.

Zach took the glass and cut straight to the chase, “Leo’s injury really can’t be healed. completely?”

“He’ll recover but can’t do any more strenuous activities, especially performing on stage,” Nick replied, his voice detached.

Zach fell silent, knowing that if his brother, an internationally acclaimed medical prodigy, said so, there was no other way around it.

After a moment, Nick glanced up towards the second floor, his tone growing even colder, “If he doesn’t want treatment, just persuade him to go back home. I’ve got a couple of doctors who are quite skilled. I’ll refer him to them.”

chandelier above cast a brilliant light on his pale, almost translucent face, accentuating his

peculiar temperament, which matched the rumors to a T. If it weren’t for the fact that Leo was

help.

but stopped as his gaze caught sight of Leo standing at the top of the staircase.

a sigh, said, “I’ll go talk

didn’t respond, simply picking up a magazine

turned and made his

was the eve of the BrainSpark Nationals city finals.

time, but they were nowhere to be found in

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Chapter 159

tied up with training sessions at the company every afternoon after school and had come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep. There had

certain she had left the papers under her pillow. Where could they

a thought struck her, and she