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

Chapter 511

Dane furrowed his brow before finally speaking up, “Mr. Owen, have you really thought this through, opting for Ms. Mirabella’s plan?” Despite Owen’s ashen face, a sharpness lingered in his eyes, undiminished. “Ms. Mirabella is correct. There is indeed a similar hereditary condition in our family history.”

He had just received a definitive reply from the elder at home. How could someone without genuine expertise pinpoint the subtle symptoms he had been experiencing until recently?

Dane’s face was a canvas of shock once more.

When Mirabella had brought up hereditary illness, Dane had mentally sifted through all the genetic conditions he knew, but none matched Owen’s. Subconsciously, he had assumed she was conjuring up hereditary illness as a smokescreen for her incompetence.

But Owen was no fool to abandon his principles for a young lady’s words. If he altered his initial response, it likely meant he had verified it with his family.

Dane’s gaze drifted to the smartphone in Owen’s hand, a dry lump forming in his throat. He pressed on, “Is it this… Wasting Syndrome?” “I can’t be sure of the name, but it’s indistinguishable from what I’m dealing with now,” Owen replied. His eyes darkened.

cause, those afflicted by this ailment inevitably succumbed. With no significant medical case history, it was understandable that

Mirabella, wanting to convince himself it was

Dane fell silent.

the gist of the conversation, looked on. It seemed that Nikolai’s young friend had diagnosed a condition different from what Mr. Dane had expected, and

prescription in his

prescription to the pharmacy and have them

prescription from Johnny’s hand and

butler had departed, Mirabella checked the time

on the bed, and then asked in a low voice, “Is this going to

as soon as possible and make sure he takes it without

before suggesting, “It’s noon already. Why not stay for lunch before you