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."

Wyatt started scrolling through his contacts. "I've got his assistant's number here; I'll give

the assistant picked up swiftly. Wyatt didn't waste time, "Can you tell me if

on at the association. David might not have the time to

to speak, but then the

James asked,

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

before. James thought back to their last visit to the medicine association with Mirabella, when tensions were high among the senior members over some exam

some restructuring going on internally," James

looked up, the oddness of Grant's words clicking into place. "You think

"Maybe." James shrugged.

glancing at the bed again. "I'll dig into it.

commission with Ms. Mirabella