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?

Mirabella staring intently

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

off.”

that, Donald felt his head spin even

scammer like you,” Mirabella retorted, her voice

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

her head in disbelief, Mirabella walked over to the window and shoved it open. Fresh

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

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

recoiled at her sudden move, instinctively trying to jerk his hand

he didn’t dare

Donald was frustrated. Mirabella actually intimidated

and said with a hint of amusement, “Anxiety, chest tightness, overall weakness… textbook

back under the covers. He couldn’t say whether he was feeling uneased about the new environment or