The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

The assistant dragged a chair over to the bedside and plopped down, eyes glued to the boss lying there quietly. His face was painted with worry, as pale as a sheet.

Being a lawyer might not be the riskiest job out there, but when you're dealing with cases that tangle with money and power, it's like walking a tightrope without a

net.

He'd been at it for nearly ten years, and this was the first time he'd seen someone get snatched in broad daylight, guns and all.

Sitting there, he started to mutter, "I warned your brother not to take this case, but he went ahead anyway. He knew it was a trap but still jumped in headfirst."

"Those folks have some serious clout. How could they let small fries like us mess with their authority?"

"There are plenty of people fighting for justice; why did he have to be the one to stick his neck out?"

He bent over, head buried in his arms, genuinely shaken. The memory of that gun pressed to his temple was something he'd never shake off.

Mirabella lounged in her chair, silently taking in the assistant's words. In some professions, once you're in, you've signed up for the risks too.

That's just how it goes in this world.

A knock on the door brought Mirabella back to the present. She asked the

assistant to keep an eye on Zach and slipped out of the room.

The doctor handed her the report. "The X-ray shows, aside from some bumps and bruises, there are minor internal injuries. But the shadows around the liver, spleen, and heart area are a bit odd. I'll need to dig a little deeper."noveldrama

Mirabella scanned the film and then tucked it back into the envelope, giving the doctor a nod of thanks.

The doctor smiled, "No need to thank me. Oh, and about the blood test you requested the results came back fine. There's just a trace element that's higher than usual, but it won't mess with daily life."

After a pause, he added, "Our equipment's not top-notch. If you want to be completely sure, once he's feeling better, you might want to get a thorough check- up at the city hospital. They've got more advanced tech."

"Thanks," Mirabella said with a polite nod.

The doctor left shortly after.

Mirabella lingered for a moment, her eyes downcast. As she turned to head back

to the room, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She fished it out and hit the answer button.

James's clear voice came through first, "You okay?"

Mirabella stepped aside, softly replying, "Yeah, I stayed out of it."

James, hearing this, felt a twinge of helplessness. He glanced outside the tent at the crackling fire, its flickering light dancing in his bright eyes, everything around him still and quiet.

After a pause, he said, "The signal's hit-or-miss here, so don't sweat it. If anything comes up, reach out to Curtis. He can handle it. I might be a few days before I get back."

"Oh." Mirabella pouted a bit, catching sight of Curtis approaching from the other side. She added, "Alright, get some rest. I'm hanging up now."

"Okay." James didn't immediately end the call. He pulled the phone away, watching the call timer tick on the screen.

Ten seconds later, James let out a soft sigh, calling out, "Mirabella."

Mirabella, still holding her phone, felt her cheeks warm, "Oops, forgot to hang up. Bye."

With that, she quickly ended the call.