<b>Chapter </b><b>511 </b>
Dane furrowed his brow before finally speaking up, “Mr. Owen, have you really thought this through, opting for Ms. Mirabe’s n<b>?</b><b>” </b>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<b>?</b><b>” </b>“I can’t be sure of the name, but it’s indistinguishable from what I’m dealing with now<i>,” </i>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 <i>to </i>convince himself <b>it </b>was all guesswork, but this was a matter of illness, and some things couldn’t be guessed.
Dane <b>fell </b>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.”
“<b>Alright</b>.” Niki paused before suggesting, “It’s noon already. Why not stay for lunch before you go?”
<b>“</b>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 <b>it </b><b>off</b><b>, </b>and approached Johnny. “Please transfer the consultation fee to this card. If there are any issues, <i>you </i>can call me. I’m usually in ss, <b>so </b>it’s best to text me in advance<b>.” </b>
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.
Johnny stared at Mirabe’s retreating figure for a long moment. <b>Only </b>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.”