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

Chapter 238

Jenna’s phone burst into a jingle that cut through the silence of the room.

She set her pen aside and fished the device out of her pocket. The caller ID showed it was Bethany Bethany. With a swift tap, she answered, “Alright, I’ll be right down.”

After hanging up, Jenna turned to Mirabella, “Mira, I need to step out for a sec to pick up my cousin. Be right back.”

Mirabella gave a small nod, her features barely shifting. “Sure.”

Jenria, clutching her phone, rushed out while Mirabella watched her disappear around the corner towards the elevator before turning to close the door behind her.

Approaching the hospital bed, Mirabella pulled out a set of silver needles she had tucked away in her bag earlier that morning. Unrolling the leather cloth, she took the longest one and leaned over, carefully inserting it into a critical point atop Jake’s head.

If any practitioner of alternative medicine had been present, they would have been taken aback by the precision of Mirabella’s needle placements. Each point she targeted was delicate, where the slightest mishandling could result in immediate death. Yet, she wielded the needles with an ease that bordered on the reckless, reminiscent of a quack rather than a skilled healer.

finished with the head, the monitors beside the bed flickered with new activity, a clear sigh of brain wave fluctuations. Mirabella barely glanced at it before continuing her work. She swiftly selected two shorter

Bethany and her folks, their footsteps echoing off the

turning the knob. The door swung open to reveal Mirabella, still seated calmly.

seeing Mirabella. Her thoughts were easily summed

manners. disarmed any potential unease. Picking

keeping Mirabella any longer. “Let me

pocket and handed it

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each day after that.”

the meaning of her words but instinctively taking the bottle.