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

Chapter 1264

She scrolled through my contacts and naturally landed on James's number. Mirabella paused for a moment, then hit the call button.

About half an hour later, James showed up to find Mirabella curled up in a corner of the hospital lobby, her head buried in her knees, looking so small and vulnerable. He walked over and sat beside her.

After what felt like an eternity, Mirabella finally looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face, still pale from the ordeal, hadn't quite regained its color. "You came."

James met her gaze, feeling his chest tighten with concern. "What happened?" Mirabella just shook her head.

Seeing she wasn't ready to talk, James didn't push it. Instead, he reached out and took her hands, which were cold to the touch. He frowned slightly and wrapped his jacket around her.

"Let's go home," Mirabella murmured.

She stood up, her legs wobbly and unsteady.

James nodded, then gently scooped her up and carried her out of the hospital.

By the time they reached the apartment complex, Mirabella had fallen asleep. James glanced at her, deciding not to take her back to her place. Instead, he drove to his own home.

he

carefully lifted her. Mirabella barely opened her eyes, her voice was raspy,

murmured, easing her head against his chest. "My place." "Oh," Mirabella mumbled, too worn out to

He sat by

room.

to

*

woke up, she took a moment to get her bearings

the previous night, she blinked and slowly

picked it up, checked the time, then got out of bed, her bare feet sinking into

then, the door opened, and James walked in, carrying a cup of warm water. "Figured you'd be waking up around

decided not to dwell on why she hadn't simply taken a taxi home that morning and instead called him to the hospital. Clearing

high spirits. "Happy to

sips to soothe her throat. "I'm hungry. Is there anything to

there is,"