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.

*

steward was incredibly efficient; in less than ten minutes, the plane

window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she seemed to feel nothing

to drag on. A little over an hour later, the plane finally landed at the airport

sore eyes, stood up, and disembarked from the plane. Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the accompanying steward dared not

out of the airport, Wyatt was waiting at the exit. Mirabella had messaged him before boarding

hoarse, asking,

already been transported back to Elm Creek; it should

gave a light hum, turned to the Davis family's steward, and told him there

fell silent

Wyatt drove Mirabella back to the

he drove almost at top speed, reducing

took two hours to just

at the entrance of an alley, where James,

the man standing

emotion in her eyes. She opened the door and stepped out, standing in front of James. A cold wind brushed her

a pang of heartache.

she felt only the bone-chilling cold.