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.

managed a tight smile, standing firm. "I think you might have

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

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

is that?" Jaime's aide had had enough, his hand inching towards his waist. "You're

unflinching. "If someone tries to force their way in, we'll have to to handle

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

shot

than three

ground, watching Jaime and his

long as their master was okay, things were manageable. But if something went wrong, Jaime's camp

a deep breath, then grabbed his phone to shoot a message

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

him isn't the point. The real issue