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?"

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

blessing. In contrast, death might be

message and didn't press further, stepping aside to

checked the monitors again. Some of the readings that had been low were slowly climbing back

walked over to

nodded and gently took her right wrist, massaging it with just the right pressure as

elevator down. Stepping outside, the brisk night air

ached, but James's gentle massage continued. Mirabella fluttered her

accentuating his sharp features. From

of drawing people in,

door for her. After she settled into the passenger seat, he got in and started the engine. That's when his phone

caller ID

from your uncle that you had dinner with