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

As soon as they stepped into the hospital, Jaime's aide was ready to lead him to the elevator for a trip up to the eleventh floor. That's when a man appeared from the nearby corridor, stepping in their way.

"Cole? What's going on?" Jaime's aide asked, clearly annoyed.

Cole's left arm was in a sling, wrapped in bandages and a splint against his chest. Despite his injuries, he carried an undeniable air of authority.

Ignoring the aide, Cole focused on Jaime. "Didn't expect to see you here so late, Mr. Jaime. What's the occasion?"

Jaime's aide frowned, ready to speak up, but Jaime lifted a hand, signaling him to fall back.

"I heard Keir was seriously hurt, so I came to check on him," Jaime said, his hand resting behind his back, his expression as friendly as ever. "Is he doing alright?"

Cole's face showed no change as he gave a polite nod. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jaime. Keir's stable. The doctors have advised rest, and he's already asleep at this hour. Perhaps another visit time would be better."

"Oh, is that so? I heard Keir was in pretty bad shape," Jaime replied nonchalantly, fiddling with a rosary, making it clear that he knew more than he let on.

smile, standing firm. "I think you might have heard wrong. Keir did get hurt,

Cole's injured arm, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "If it's nothing serious, why can't I see him? Unless

just fuel the fire. With a steady gaze, he said, "If you insist on going upstairs, I'm afraid

Jaime's aide had had enough, his hand inching towards

He doesn't want to see anyone," Cole replied, unflinching. "If someone tries to force their way in, we'll have to to

but Jaime interrupted with a cough. Maybe I'm just too worried about Keir. It's late, and I

shot a sideways glance at his aide and turned

than three minutes from start to

watching Jaime and his aide

okay, things were manageable. But if something went wrong, Jaime's camp would surely stir up trouble.

then grabbed his phone to shoot a message to

Jaime stepped into the night, his aide looked back, puzzled. "Boss, are we

seeing him isn't the point. The real issue