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

Chapter 504

The group made their way into the quest room.

Johnny strode over to the bed where a man, still immersed in work, nat propped up against the pillows. With respectful concern in his voice, Johnny said, “Sir, you really need to take it easy”

While speaking. Johnny tidied up the files that were spread over the man’s legs, placing them neatly, face down, on the nightstand

Owen leaned against the headboard, his cheeks gaunt and his complexion pallid. His whole frame was skeletal. His face, shoulders, neck, and hands resting atop the comforter were alarmingly thin.

Bringing up the rear, Mirabella couldn’t help but startle slightly at the sight of Owen’s emaciated form. He couldn’t have been more than in his thirties, but he bore the withered look of a man in his twilight years.

On the way here, Nikolai had briefed her about the man’s peculiar condition. An inexplicable wasting away. with no detectable medical reason–it was as if his vitality had been abruptly drained, propelling him into a state of exhaustion. Well, Owen’s current state seemed scarcely different from outright depletion.

Owen sensed a scrutinizing gaze and looked up. By then, Mirabella had averted her eyes. He glanced at her briefly before addressing Johnny, who was still fussing with the paperwork. “It’s fine. I’ll get through as much as I can while I still have the energy.”

a smile, plucked the pen from Owen’s fingers, and insisted, “Your health is what’s important. Everything

and then gestured toward Dane, who had approached the bedside. “Mr. Dane is

his frailty, Owen exuded the commanding presence of a man accustomed to authority. His gaze settled on Dane, and with a polite but weary motion of his dry lips, he murmured,

stature as the top executive of Ashford, a man beyond the reach of ordinary citizens, soon to be a significant figure in Riverdale. Even a member of the Pharmacists‘ Guild like Dane

replied simply,

bed, sat down, and said, “Let me take your pulse first.”

extended his arm. As Dane’s fingers rested on Owen’s wrist, his expression, initially composed, grew increasingly grave with each passing second.

a sinking feeling in his gut. Nikolai had worn the same troubled look. when he examined

Johnny immediately asked, “What’s the

by, his face taut with concern, equally

“Mr. Owen, when did you start

ago,” Owen

has been shedding nearly twenty pounds a day,” Johnny interjected.