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.

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

nodded, keeping the archaeology trip under wraps. "What's

through your skin, and if you breathe in its fragrance long enough,

narrowed as he remembered catching a whiff of something floral in that mysterious forest, but he

eyes distant. "These flowers usually grow deep in the mountains, in places most people

why she was caught off

the other day," Wyatt chimed

been

a

with a tissue. "Normally, it's not too harmful.

it could be a

my dad?" James asked, his handsome

too long. He should be able to clear it