Chapter 511


    Dane furrowed his brow before finally speaking up, “Mr. Owen, have you really thought this through,


    opting for Ms. Mirabe’s n?” Despite Owen’s ashen face, a sharpness lingered in his eyes,


    undiminished. “Ms. Mirabe is correct. There is indeed a simr hereditary condition in our family


    history.”


    He had just received a definitive reply from the elder at home. How could someone without genuine


    expertise pinpoint the subtle symptoms he had been experiencing until recently?


    Dane’s face was a canvas of shock once more.


    When Mirabe had brought up hereditary illness, Dane had mentally sifted through all the gic


    conditions he knew, but none matched Owen’s. Subconsciously, he had assumed she was conjuring up


    hereditary illness as a smokescreen for her ipetence.


    But Owen was no fool to abandon his principles for a youngdy’s words. If he altered his initial


    response, it likely meant he had verified it with his family.


    Dane’s gaze drifted to the smartphone in Owen’s hand, a dry lump forming in his throat. He pressed


    on, “Is it this… Wasting Syndrome?” “I can’t be sure of the name, but it’s indistinguishable from what


    I’m dealing with now,” Owen replied. His eyes darkened.


    The message from his father was clear: without a known cause, those afflicted by this ailment


    inevitably sumbed. With no significant medical case history, it was understandable that the Reeves


    family was in the dark.


    Dane needed no further exnation to grasp the gravity of hereditary illness. He looked at Mirabe,


    wanting to convince himself it was all guesswork, but this was a matter of illness, and some things


    couldn’t be guessed.


    Dane fell silent.


    Beside them, Johnny, who had only grasped the gist of the conversation, looked on. It seemed that


    Niki’s young friend had diagnosed a condition different from what Mr. Dane had expected, and


    Owen epted the treatment n from Niki’s associate.


    Johnny nced down at the prescription in his hand, then addressed Niki, “Just these?”


    Catching on, Niki directed the butler, “Take this prescription to the pharmacy and have them prepare


    the medications in the specified doses.”


    The butler nodded dutifully, taking the prescription from Johnny’s hand and leaving the room.


    Once the butler had departed, Mirabe checked the time and turned to Niki. “I should be going.”


    Niki looked towards Owen on the bed, and then asked in a low voice, “Is this going to be enough?”


    She nodded, “Prepare the medicine as soon as possible and make sure he takes it without dy.”


    “Alright.” Niki paused before suggesting, “It’s noon already. Why not stay for lunch before you go?”


    “No need. I have to get back to school,” Mirabe declined.


    “Pleas nice


    She then scribbled an ount number on a piece of paper, tore it off, and approached Johnny. “Please


    transfer the consultation fee to this card. If there are any issues, you can call me. I’m usually in ss,


    so it’s best to text me in advance.”


    After saying that, she handed the paper to him, spared Owen on the bed no nce, and made her way


    out. “Mirabe, let me walk you out. Niki quickly followed after her.


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    Johnny stared at Mirabe’s retreating figure for a long moment. Only when he looked down at the


    amount written on the paper in his hand did he snap out of his reverie, taken aback by the figure.”