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

Chapter 1307

Mirabella paused for a moment, then picked up the bottle. When she noticed the label said "French," a soft chuckle slipped from her lips.

"Quite the resourceful move," she thought, amused by the idea of a little liquid courage.

She tucked the bottle back into his jacket pocket.

...

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up at the back entrance of the alternative medicine clinic. By now, it was 8 PM, and the place was quiet except for Dr. Ray and a surgeon waiting for them. An hour before, Atlas had made sure everything was ready for their arrival.

Nick was quickly rushed into the emergency room, with Mirabella right behind him. Unlike last time, Nick's survival depended solely on the unique acupuncture technique inherited by the Stevenson family. So, she only let Dr. Ray stay inside with him, while everyone else waited outside.

Adler stayed too, parked on a bench in the hallway just outside the emergency room. His heart felt heavy, burdened with guilt. He had raced over to the medical school with Andy from the precinct as soon as he got Mirabella's message, only to find out Nick was already in surgery by the time he arrived.

sat there, trying to be patient and not let any stress show on his face, knowing there wasn't much more he could do

room door. When he had helped get Nick out of

absence of a

last name made it pretty clear. It

helped Mr.

for getting our young master out safely today," Atlas said,

and offering a wry smile as he shook his head. "I just did what I

need to blame yourself; this

without any exposure was something none of them

his

in Atlas' eyes. Yet, the reality that Nick had arrived at the hospital without a pulse was something Adler couldn't bring himself to say out loud.

was wrestling with.

door with determination. "I believe Our