The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 423

In the kitchen, Delilah was bustling about when Mirabella strolled in and casually asked, “Mom, did Donald leave?”

Without turning around and without correcting her daughter's informal address, Delilah responded, “He must've caught a chill last night. He's been under the weather all day. He just took some medicine and went back to his room to rest.”

Mirabella frowned upon hearing this. What was this old con artist up to now?

“I’m going to check on him,” Mirabella declared.

With a wave of her hand, Delilah said, “Go ahead.”

Swiftly, Mirabella climbed the stairs. The guest room door was unlocked. She turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The room was draped in darkness, curtains pulled tight, void of any sliver of light, stale and stuffy. Flicking on the chandelier, Mirabella’s gaze settled on the bed, pausing for a moment before she approached. There lay Donald, eyes closed, complexion not quite right.

Was he actually sick?

Donald was not deeply asleep, just lethargic. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to find Mirabella staring intently at him. With little energy, he murmured, “What, happy to see me laid up sick?”

Mirabella shot him a look. “You’ve got enough strength to talk, so you can’t be that bad off.”

At that, Donald felt his head spin even more. “You're heartless.”

“Oh, a heart's not required for dealing with a professional scammer like you,” Mirabella retorted, her voice as cool as ever.

Donald just pulled the covers over his head. “Get out, will you? Don’t make my illness—or my irritation—worse. I might end up never leaving your place.”