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

Chapter 1312

The next day rolled in, marking yet another passage of time at the hospital. James hadn't left the hospital room for days, making sure to handle all necessary business with papers that Wyatt brought him.

That morning, Wyatt, sticking to his usual routine, came by with more documents. After setting them down, he glanced at Mirabella, still unconscious on the bed, and asked with a serious tone, "Still no change with Ms. Mirabella?"

James, sitting by the window, was massaging his temples, looking noticeably thinner, the stress evident. "Any word from David?" he inquired.

Wyatt shook his head thoughtfully, then suggested, "Should I try giving him a call?"

James nodded slightly without breaking his rhythm. Wyatt stepped aside, whipped out his phone, found David's number, and dialed. But the line just buzzed a few times before cutting off.

Puzzled, Wyatt tried again, only to get the same result. "What's up with that?" James asked, glancing over.

Wyatt shrugged, a bit confused. "Not sure, the call's just not going through."

eyes slightly, pondering. Wyatt started scrolling through his contacts.

picked up swiftly. Wyatt didn't waste time, "Can you tell

glanced towards Presley's office and lowered his voice, "Sorry, there's been a lot going on at the

but then the

asked,

odd. Mr. Boyd's assistant says they're

medicine

going on

Grant's words clicking into place.

"Maybe." James shrugged.

glancing at the bed again. "I'll dig into it. We can't afford for

be out of commission with Ms.