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?

to find Mirabella staring intently at him. With little energy, he murmured, “What, happy to see

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

off.”

Donald felt his head spin even more.

dealing with a professional scammer like you,” Mirabella retorted,

make my illness–or my irritation–worse. I might end up

walked over to the window and shoved it

under the blanket, and seeing Mirabella hadn’t left, he felt a reluctant sense of relief, though he still grumbled, “Why

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 taking hold

dare to

frustrated. Mirabella actually

weakness… textbook case of not adjusting to the new environment well. Donald, where are

was feeling uneased about the new environment or