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

Chapter 1185

The hospital had everything set up in advance.

Mirabella headed straight to the ward. The patient on the bed had their eyes shut tight, with only the gently moving lines on the monitors showing any signs of life. Their chest barely moved with each breath.

Mirabella approached the bedside, gave a quick, cool glance, then pulled up a chair. She reached out, her fingers finding Romero's pulse.

James, standing nearby, couldn't hide his surprise after she finished checking. "I thought you wouldn't bother," he remarked.

Without looking up, Mirabella pulled a silver needle from her bag. "Death is just too dull," she replied.

Isn't it intriguing to see someone face their own grim fate?

She had already inserted a needle and, after a moment, added lightly, "Besides, isn't saving lives a doctor's duty?"

James shot her a glance. From anyone else, those words would sound ordinary. But from her, they felt eerie.

hope for him?"

and inserted another needle. "Ever seen someone with severe Alzheimer's? They can see and hear

blessing. In contrast, death might be a

the message and didn't press further, stepping aside

removed the needles and checked the monitors again. Some of the readings that had been low

her wrist and walked over to James.

her right wrist, massaging it with just the right pressure as they

the elevator down. Stepping outside, the brisk night air cleared

longer ached, but James's gentle massage continued. Mirabella fluttered her lashes, sneaking a sideways

black turtleneck, accentuating his sharp features. From

have a way of

her. After she settled into

checked the caller ID

from your uncle that you had dinner with that young lady today," Emily's