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

Chapter 1722

The old butler watched as Mirabella made her way to the door, curiosity getting the better of him. "Miss Mira, heading out again?" he called after her.

Mirabella, fresh off a phone call, gave him a polite nod, skipping the explanations. She made her way to the foyer, grabbed the car keys she'd left on the cabinet, and headed out.

It wasn't long before the roar of a car engine echoed from outside.

The butler stood there for a moment in the courtyard, shaking his head before retreating back into the mansion.

**Meanwhile, over at the Davis family's private hospital.**

Grady hung up the phone and turned to Dr. Ray. "Let's hold on a bit longer."

Dr. Ray frowned. "But Keir's hanging by a thread. His heart's already taken a hit from a bullet before, and he hasn't exactly been careful with his health. Now with another bullet wound in his chest... We can't keep pushing off the surgery. He doesn't even have a whisper of a chance."

Grady's fists tightened, his eyes burning with worry. The urgency of the situation was not lost on him.

A second surgery at the same spot was risky, and even though he wasn't a doctor, he knew the odds were slim. But that whisper of a chance... it was a risk he couldn't afford.

Gritting his teeth, Grady pressed on, "Let's wait a bit longer. Dr. Ray, please do whatever you can to keep Keir alive. Thank you."

He remembered how Miss Mira had pulled Nick back from the brink just last year. Maybe Keir could have that same stroke of luck. Dr. Ray sighed, "Alright, I'll give it my all. But there's something you need to know. Keir's blood type is rare, and he hasn't stored any blood here in years. We've got one pack left, but it's far from enough."

to get the bullet out

other words, that whisper of a chance was more talk than reality. Truly saving him would be

that, Dr. Ray headed back into the emergency

wall, berating himself for forgetting about Keir's rare

under his breath, giving himself a sharp slap. "It's my fault. I

turned to

his left hand

"They

for us. Don't

that hand looked

BUM

made

got patched up, he'd find out who was

Mirabella drove like the wind

she asked as she walked in, her eyes darting

looked at her with a glimmer of hope, but the blood issue weighed heavily on him.

furrowed, worry etching deep lines on her

operating room doors ng open, and Dr. Ray rushed slipping

"Keir's