The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 833

"Pfft—"

Claire completely lost her composure and burst into laughter.

"Ophelia, where on earth did you get the idea that Caleb is dying?"

She had no clue how Caleb had framed their conversation last night to make his wife jump to such an apocalyptic conclusion.

"If he wasn't knocking on death's door, why would he suddenly care about preserving his health?" Ophelia demanded, though seeing Claire's sheer amusement made her realize she might have severely miscalculated.

But if Caleb wasn't hiding some catastrophic illness, why was he acting like a man drafting his final will and testament?

"How exactly is he preserving his health?" Claire asked, genuinely curious.

"He literally forced himself into bed at ten o'clock. Then he told me he was dumping all his corporate duties to take me to live in Montara for a while."

"The man is a psychotic workaholic! He's the kind of guy who hosts board meetings on a laptop while hooked up to an IV drip in the ER. How could he just drop everything overnight?"

"Unless he contracted some incurable terminal illness, there is zero logical explanation for this."

Ophelia's terror was entirely genuine; she hadn't slept a wink the night before.

If he really had a terminal disease, they needed to be consulting top oncologists, not booking a tropical getaway.

She desperately wanted her husband to live a long, healthy life.

Neither of their boys were even married yet.

Was Caleb really going to die before seeing his kids walk down the aisle or holding his grandchildren?

Claire's expression shifted into something highly complicated.

"Ophelia... is it remotely possible that Caleb genuinely just wants to take a break and get his health back on track?"

"And, you know, actually spend time with you?"

It had absolutely nothing to do with a terminal illness.

"Impossible," Ophelia shot back without hesitation. It was just too out of character.

If it had been Bishop, maybe she'd believe it.

"Wow, you really have zero faith in your husband," Claire teased. "But even if you don't believe him, you have to trust my medical expertise. My diagnostics are flawless. If I say it's not a terminal illness, it's not."

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