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.

*

in less than ten minutes, the plane was

window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she seemed to

passed quickly yet also seemed to drag on. A little over an hour later, the plane finally landed at the airport

Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the accompanying steward dared not say much, only quietly following by

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

nodded, her voice a bit hoarse, asking,

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

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

fell

Mirabella back

he drove almost at top speed, reducing a trip

hours to

entrance of an alley, where James,

man

stepped out, standing in front of James. A cold wind brushed her

seen Mirabella in such a state, felt a pang of heartache. He reached out to hold her cold

curled slightly, and even though enveloped in warmth, she felt only the bone-chilling cold. She opened her mouth to speak,