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

Chapter 1362

David snapped back to reality, mulling things over before shaking his head, "Nope."

"No?" Devon, though always a bit skeptical about Mirabella's diagnosis, figured it was better to play it safe when it came to his mentor's health. "Maybe you should give it another thought?"

"Did Mirabella mention this to you?" David suddenly asked.

Devon nodded, "Yeah, she said your health isn't looking too good and that the chronic toxins are acting up."

He held back from saying "burning the candle at both ends," not wanting to add more stress to his mentor.

David went silent for a moment, his hand on the blanket tightening a bit. After a pause, he looked up at Devon, his face expressionless, "I haven't been taking any other meds."

Devon studied David closely but couldn't read anything from his expression, finally suggesting, "Maybe it's a misdiagnosis."

"Maybe." David nodded, adding, "I know my body well. It's just some old nagging issues, nothing major."

Devon agreed, considering his mentor's medical skills were nothing to scoff at. Feeling a bit reassured, he glanced at the medicine in his hand, contemplating before saying, "Let's skip this medicine, then."

Better safe than sorry.

"Alright," David replied softly, steering clear of further discussion on the meds or the association.

bit more, Devon noticed the fatigue creeping back onto David's face and helped

medicine bottle in hand, remembered something and turned back to David,

tilted his head, looking at Devon who stood silhouetted by the light, a hint of admiration in his tired eyes, "Her

Devon's heart sank. If Mirabella's skills were indeed

definitely

to speak but hesitated, instead saying, "Right, I will. You rest up,

the room, his steps heavy and his eyes

David lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, a bitter smile playing on his

realized

he

was

if he knew,

par for the

it

has its downsides,

**

The next afternoon.

James in tow. The butler showed them into the