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."

hesitated before adding, “Even if we manage to get

that whisper of a chance was more talk than

Ray headed back into the emergency

himself for

sharp slap. "It's my fault. I should've taken

to Cole, noting

dripping from his

"They

ready for us.

Go get that hand looked after."

BUM

and made

patched up, he'd find out

Mirabella drove like

going on?" she asked as she walked in, her eyes darting to

a glimmer of hope, but the blood issue weighed

brow furrowed, worry etching

room doors ng open, and

"Keir's