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.

his father was clear: without a known cause, those afflicted by this ailment inevitably succumbed. With no significant medical case history, it was understandable that the Reeves family was

Mirabella, wanting to convince himself it was all

Dane fell silent.

grasped the gist of the conversation, looked on. It seemed that Nikolai’s young friend had

the prescription in his hand, then addressed

“Take this prescription to the pharmacy and have them prepare the medications in the specified doses.”

from Johnny’s hand and leaving

the butler had departed, Mirabella checked the time and turned to Nikolai. “I should

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

as soon as possible and make sure he takes it without

suggesting, “It’s noon already. Why not stay