The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 903

Suddenly, it was just Mirabella and Frank left in the private room.

Frank topped off Mirabella's coffee cup, glanced at the door, then looked back at her and said, “You know, my condition is incurable.”

Mirabella raised an eyebrow slightly, her fingers tapping gently on the table. “Your illness isn’t caused by the common flu virus.”

Frank met her eyes, which seemed to see right through him. He was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that anyone who could diagnose his condition so accurately shouldn't be seen as ordinary.

He just shook his head without further explanation, his gaze wandering back to the door. After a while, he finally spoke, “Regardless, thank you for keeping it from Owen. At least he doesn’t have to worry about me all the time.”

Frank had been Owen’s mentor and father figure for ten years; their bond was both professional and familial.

Mirabella took a sip of her coffee, her voice calm and measured: “Why are you so convinced your illness... can’t be cured?”

Frank was taken aback.

“Some unique infectious viruses can be suppressed,” Mirabella paused, avoiding technical jargon, then added, “I never joke about treating and saving lives.”

Frank was still trying to process this when Owen, having finished a phone call, returned. Noticing his mentor’s unusual demeanor, Owen’s gaze shifted between Mirabella and Frank, his expression tightening slightly.

After finishing her coffee, Mirabella stood up. “I should be going now.”

Owen hesitated for a moment. “Let me walk you out.”

Mirabella glanced at him, didn’t refuse, and then nodded at Frank before quickly leaving the room.

Owen put on a face mask as they stepped out, and as they reached the staircase, he voiced his doubts, “Ms. Mirabella, is the virus my mentor has... not ordinary?”

After all, wasn’t his own healthy presence here proof enough?

Frank took a deep breath, picked up his coffee cup, and took a big gulp, as if to calm his emotions.

No one who is ill would not hope to get better.

It’s only when all hope is lost that one gives up hope.

Frank collected his thoughts, suddenly curious, he asked, “By the way, where is this young lady from? I heard her mention the Pharmacists’ Guild. Is she a member?”

Owen nodded, “Yes, she is. And she’s one of their best.”