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

Chapter 1463

Although the steward didn't know what Miss Mira was going to do in Province Y,

he nodded immediately, "Of course, I'll contact the aviation authority right away to request a flight path."

Mirabella nodded slightly, thanking him once more.

Turning around, Mirabella re-entered the lounge, not even glancing at Santos, but speaking to Paul, "Paul, I have something urgent to attend to. I'll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital, and I'll come visit you later in the evening."

Paul, who had regained some strength, looked at Mirabella. Though she appeared normal, the sadness in the depths of her eyes did not escape him. He gently patted her arm without asking further, "Alright, you go ahead."

"Okay."

Mirabella left the lounge.

Soon, Santos and his men were taken away, and Paul was transported to the hospital.

*

Davis family's steward was incredibly efficient; in less than ten minutes,

sat there motionless, her eyes staring out the window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she

on. A little over an hour later, the plane finally

and disembarked from the plane. Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the accompanying

she walked out of the airport, Wyatt was waiting at the exit. Mirabella had messaged him before boarding the plane. Seeing her, he hurried forward,

her voice a bit hoarse,

replied softly, "Her body has already been transported back to Elm Creek; it should have already

the word 'body,' Mirabella's hand hanging by her side clenched again. She gave a light hum,

then fell silent

Mirabella back

he drove almost at

took two hours to

of an alley,

man standing

stepped out, standing in front of James.

state, felt a pang of heartache. He reached out to hold her cold hand, and

curled slightly, and even though enveloped in warmth, she felt only the bone-chilling cold.