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

Chapter 118

As the sun began its descent into the horizon, the bustle of the hospital began to taper off, leaving the halls quieter than they had been all day.

The nurse descended in the elevator. Her footsteps echoed through the now–sparse lobby. She scanned the area, finding no sign of Mirabella. With a sense of urgency, she darted toward the main entrance, but her search there proved just as fruitless. Finally, with her shoulders slumped in defeat, she turned to head back inside.

Meanwhile, Mirabella was already nestled in the backseat of a cab, speeding away towards the apartment complex where Catherine resided. As the cityscape zipped by in a blur outside the window, her eyes flickered with an intensity. Her usually impassive face now carried a chill that was not typical for one so young.

She fished out her phone and dialed Catherine’s number once more, only to be greeted by the cold shutdown prompt.

She should have recognized that something was off with Catherine yesterday. Mirabella pressed her fingers to her temple, and her expression grew even darker.

Twenty minutes later, the cab rolled to a stop at the entrance to the complex. After paying the fare, Mirabella hurried inside. Her pace quickened as she ascended to Catherine’s floor. She pressed the doorbell with a sense of urgency.

The door swung open to reveal the face of an unfamiliar woman. “Who are you looking for?” the middle–aged woman asked, eyeing Mirabella with curiosity.

was the caregiver Mandy had hired to look after Catherine and hadn’t met Mirabella before. Mirabella’s brows knitted together. “Isn’t Catherine

caregiver asked, “Oh, you’re here

she here?” Mirabella asked, while

been in the hospital for a while now, but… who

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you. Catherine’s been sick and in the hospital. Why don’t you try calling her?” the caregiver

left feeling uneasy. Without another word,

before murmuring to herself while closing the door, “What

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puzzled, the caregiver walked to the phone and dialed a number, feeling that

the call. “You’re saying a young girl came

I’m not sure if something’s wrong,” the caregiver relayed the situation in

“Was the girl tall, attractive, and looked like