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

Chapter 1310

At noon, the phone on the table next to Mirabella's hospital bed rang once more.

Atlas had just come back from the bathroom. He heard the ringtone, hesitated for a moment, but eventually picked up the phone. The caller ID said 'Min,' which made him pause briefly, unsure whether to answer or not. He glanced over at Mirabella in the bed, then decided to answer the call.

If James wanted to find someone, it wouldn't be much of a challenge for him.

After answering, Atlas promptly gave him the hospital's address.

About twenty minutes later, James showed up at the hospital room door.

Seeing him, Atlas instinctively softened his usual tough demeanor and gave a slight nod, "James."

James nodded back politely and walked over to Mirabella's bedside. Her face was as pale as the sheets, which made him frown deeply. "Has she been out the whole time? What's causing it?"

Atlas, with his head slightly lowered, didn't elaborate much. "Dr. Ray said it's due to severe mental exhaustion. She should wake up after a couple of days of rest."

Should?

he pulled a chair over and sat down. He watched Mirabella for a while before gently holding her hand, which was still connected to an

paused, then stood up to check her forehead, before turning back to Atlas, "Is the low

when he heard from the nurse about Miss Mira's unusually

didn't probe further. He withdrew his hand and sat

Another day went by.

woken up, with no changes from the previous day — her complexion was still pale, and her body temperature was

they asked Dr. Ray again, he still didn't have any answers. Even with

next room, although also not awake yet, had normal vital

around. He instructed Wyatt to bring David

He looked up at James with a frown, "Her pulse is

and even people with a naturally low body temperature don't drop below 34.5 degrees. But this is under 30 degrees... David had never seen or heard of such a

you ever come across anything like