The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1271

Atlas responded with pinpoint accuracy, never entirely sure if Mr. Nick was trying to catch him out, so he decided to stick to the truth.

Nick, hearing this, shut his eyes again. Atlas, noticing Nick didn't press further, felt a wave of relief. Normally, it’d be easy to see through any pretense.

Over the next few days, Nick's recovery was surprisingly swift. Apart from looking a tad pale and sickly, you wouldn't guess he had been gravely injured by watching him stroll around.

One day, after Nick wrapped up a phone call, Atlas handed him a glass of water and said, “Time to take your meds.”

Nick took the glass, downed the medicine in one go, and said, “Atlas, book me a flight for tomorrow. The conference in the States wraps up in two days, and I need to be back before it ends.”

Atlas looked concerned, “You've just started getting better; a long flight might be too much.”

“It’s alright, I know my limits,” Nick replied nonchalantly, though he felt his recovery was oddly rapid.

Understanding Nick's stubborn nature and knowing it was pointless to argue, Atlas nodded, “Alright, then.”

Nick set the glass down on the coffee table, the bitter aftertaste of the medicine lingering, and casually asked Atlas, “Was this medicine prescribed by Dr. Ray?”

Atlas kept his expression neutral and nodded, “Yes.”

Nick didn’t say anything more and lay back down.

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