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

As Asher finished speaking. Nikolai’s expression shifted noticeably. First, he glanced at Owen and Johnny, then turned his attention back to his younger son. His eyes were clearly tinged with disappointment. “Have all those years of medical training been for nothing?”

Asher furrowed his brow, catching the implication. Quickly, he retorted, “Dane mentioned before that

sophisticated poisons can’t be detected by standard tests. Besides, Dane’s antidote is a Class B, we can’t know its effectiveness without trying it out.”

chance

brief pause, Asher added, “Instead of waiting cluelessly, why not give the patient a fighting

“You think you’re making sense?” Nikolai trembled with anger. If everyone held that attitude, what was the point of having a doctor?

Asher pursed his lips, ready to argue, but a stern look from Dane silenced him. Dane hadn’t expected his brother to be so thoughtless. Though Asher’s latter statements held merit, the essence of practicing. medicine was responsibility, and one slip could spell disaster.

Resigning to the moment, Dane placed the detox pill he had taken out back into the bottle. He turned to Johnny and Owen. 7 apologize for the spectacle. My father is right; we can’t administer any medication with an unknown diagnosis.”

“You are too polite, Mr. Dane. Mr. Asher spoke out of concern for our master’s health,” Johnny said, noticing the pill being put away, feeling a tinge of regret. He knew better than to take medicine recklessly. But now, even grasping at straws seemed worth the attempt.

“Let’s do another blood test then,” Dane decided after some thought.

“That sounds reasonable,” Johnny agreed, although not fully understanding the sudden connection to poisoning. He didn’t ask further, instead, he looked at Owen and reassured, “Don’t worry, sir. We will find a

way.”

Owen remained stoically calm as if he had already accepted any outcome. His voice was low, “No need. Johnny, go prepare the car.”

Johnny’s eyes widened. “How can you give up?”

Owen lifted his hand. His gaze fell on the withered back of it. The shriveled skin looked grotesque. His fingers tensed for a moment, and then he spoke, “Things are as they are. No use in clinging.”

“But… Johnny started, but sensing Owen’s familiar resolve, he knew the decision was made. Finally, he sighed, “… I’ll go ready the car.”

As Johnny passed Nikolai, Nikolai called out to him, “Wait a moment. Is it my friend’s turn now?”

From the moment he entered the room, Nikolai had been waiting for Dane’s diagnosis, because Johnny insisted on his medical attention. To avoid offending Mirabella, he had been patient until now.

Johnny, upon hearing Nikolai’s request, paused for a second, and then as if remembering something crucial, he lifted his gaze to the young girl next to Nikolai, whose presence he had deliberately ignored

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Even Dane hadn’t figured it out, could this young girl do any better?