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

Chapter 1377

The hospital room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Wyatt, standing

nearby, barely dared to breathe, his eyes glued to Mirabella and his hands tightly clenched, showing just how tense he was.

After what felt like ages, Mirabella finally pulled her hand back, looking a bit puzzled.

"How's it looking, Mirabella?" Wyatt asked eagerly.

Instead of answering right away, Mirabella took out a silver needle she always carried and said, "Could you grab me a cup, half-filled with water?"

Wyatt, a bit thrown by her request, quickly obliged. He walked over to the water cooler, grabbed a disposable cup, filled it with cool water, and brought it back.

Mirabella pricked Trevor's fingertip with the needle, letting a drop of blood plop into the water. She then stirred it with the needle. The water turned a faint red but didn't look too different. Yet, the subtle scent that rose from it made Mirabella pause for a second.

on the bedside table, and looked at James. "Has your dad been to

trip under wraps. "What's

lupine. Its pollen can seep through your skin, and if you breathe in its fragrance

as he remembered catching a whiff of something floral in that

grow deep in the mountains, in places most

she was

smelling that scent on Curtis the other day," Wyatt chimed in, cutting through Mirabella's thoughts. "Must've rubbed off when he was

that dangerous? James's been out for at least two days," Wyatt

took a

tissue. "Normally, it's not

long, it could be

dad?" James asked, his handsome face showing

hasn't been too long. He should be able to clear it out