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

Chapter 423

In the kitchen, Delilah was bustling about when Mirabella strolled in and casually asked, “Mom, did Donald leave?”

Without turning around and without correcting her daughter’s informal address, Delilah responded, “He must’ve caught a chill last night. He’s been under the weather all day. He just took some medicine and went back to his room to rest.”

Mirabella frowned upon hearing this. What was this old con artist up to now?

“I’m going to check on him,” Mirabella declared.

With a wave of her hand, Delilah said, “Go ahead.”

Swiftly, Mirabella climbed the stairs. The guest room door was unlocked. She turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The room was draped in darkness, curtains pulled tight, void of any sliver of light, stale and stuffy. Flicking on the chandelier, Mirabella’s gaze settled on the bed, pausing for a moment before she approached. There lay Donald, eyes closed, complexion not quite right.

Was he actually sick?

intently at him. With little energy, he murmured, “What, happy to see me

enough strength to talk, so you can’t be that

off.”

head spin even more.

with a professional scammer

over his head. “Get out, will you? Don’t make my illness–or my irritation–worse. I might end up never

disbelief, Mirabella walked over to the window and shoved it open. Fresh air

blanket, and seeing Mirabella hadn’t left, he felt a reluctant sense of relief, though

reached out and grasped his wrist, which was resting

move, instinctively trying to jerk his hand away, but froze under her piercing gaze, a reluctant submission

dare to

Donald was frustrated. Mirabella actually

“Anxiety, chest tightness, overall weakness… textbook case

back under the covers. He couldn’t say whether he was feeling uneased about the new environment or not, but… “How did you know I was feeling anxious and