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?

just lethargic. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to find Mirabella staring intently at him.

“You’ve got enough strength to talk, so you can’t

off.”

head

heart’s not required for dealing with a professional scammer like you,”

you? Don’t make my illness–or my irritation–worse. I might end up

the window and shoved it open. Fresh air rushed in, dispelling the

left, he felt a reluctant sense of relief, though he still grumbled, “Why are you still

his complaints, reached out and grasped his wrist, which was resting

trying to jerk his hand away, but froze under

dare to move.

frustrated. Mirabella

amusement, “Anxiety, chest tightness, overall weakness… textbook case of not adjusting to the new environment well. Donald,

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