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?

not deeply asleep, just lethargic. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to find Mirabella staring intently at him. With little energy, he murmured, “What, happy to

look. “You’ve got enough strength to talk, so you can’t be that bad

off.”

his head spin even more. “You’re

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

the covers over his head. “Get out, will you? Don’t make my illness–or my

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

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

and, ignoring his complaints, reached out and grasped his wrist,

Donald recoiled at her sudden move, instinctively trying to jerk his hand away, but froze under her

dare to

was frustrated. Mirabella actually intimidated

amusement, “Anxiety, chest tightness, overall weakness… textbook

tucked his hand back under the covers. He couldn’t say whether he was feeling uneased about the new environment or not,