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

As the conversation wrapped up, Delilah's gaze naturally drifted to Mirabella. She had wanted to ask before they even got home but was unsure how to start the

conversation.

"There is a way," Mirabella admitted without holding back. "The medication's side effects can mess with the body's immune and nervous systems. Even if saved, the person might end up... slow to respond."

"Slow to respond?" Shawn echoed, trying to grasp the situation.

"Yeah, a bit better than being in a vegetative state. They could move their limbs and be fully aware," Mirabella explained.

Shawn glanced at Delilah. The doctor had told them earlier that the patient was surviving only with the help of a ventilator and nutritional fluids, not even considering treatment as an option. Now, they faced a tough call: to save or not to

save.

Saving him might upset their daughter. But not saving him could leave a permanent scar of guilt on his wife's heart. Even if their ties had been severed long ago, the bond of blood remained unbreakable.

Delilah, understanding Shawn's silent question, spoke softly, “Life and death are in the hands of fate. I don't owe him anything."

Even knowing her daughter might have a way to save Donald's life, she never considered asking her to intervene. She couldn't disregard her daughter's protective instincts.

Mirabella gave Delilah a quick look, then stood up, "I'll take care of it. Mom, Dad, you should get some rest. I'll head to my room."

The couple was momentarily taken aback. Mirabella nodded and quickly headed upstairs.

Delilah watched Mirabella's figure disappear at the top of the stairs and let out a weary sigh, "I shouldn't have come."

Hearing this, Shawn sat beside her, taking her cold hand in his, "Some things can't be avoided. Let's just see what happens."

Delilah sighed again, falling silent.

**

Once in her room, Mirabella turned on her computer. After about fifteen minutes of tinkering, she pulled out her phone and unblocked someone on Messenger who had been in the digital doghouse for nearly a year.

Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed, "When did Morgan leave the clan?"

The reply came back almost immediately.

Y: "Hey, you finally remembered me!"

Y: "I thought you were going to keep me in the dark forever."

Y: "Feeling wronged here."

Y: "So pitiful."

Mirabella rubbed her temples, realizing she might have let a chatterbox loose.

Y: "Oh, right. Morgan left about a month ago. I wanted to tell you, but I was blocked."

Mirabella's lips twitched as she ignored the last comment, "What's he up to?"

Y: "Besides hunting for medicine, he's probably checking if you're still around." Mirabella paused, her fingers hovering over the screen.

Then another message popped up from Y: "I didn't say anything. If you don't want Uncle Wade to know, you better keep a low profile."

Y: "And stay safe."

Understanding the warning, Mirabella simply replied, "Got it," and ended the chat. She decided not to block Y again.noveldrama

After a few moments of quiet, Mirabella put down her phone and logged onto The Mirror website on her computer. She quickly posted a trade ad in the items exchange section. Her eyes lingered on the post, thoughtful, before she logged out and shut down her computer.