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.

to be patient and not let any stress show on

back, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the emergency room door. When he had helped get

absence of a pulse spoke

her, their shared last name made it pretty clear. It gnawed at Adler that he couldn't

at Adler, grateful to the man who had helped Mr. Nick

for getting our young master out safely

the present, standing up quickly and offering a wry smile as he shook

nodded politely. "There's no need to blame

the lab without any exposure was something none of them could have done

his mouth to

light above the emergency room was still on, and hope lingered in Atlas' eyes. Yet, the reality that Nick had arrived at the hospital without a pulse was

with.

at the emergency room door with determination. "I believe Our Miss can save him."