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

Mirabella had just stepped out of the hospital room, leaning lazily against the corridor wall. "I'm fine, just a scratch," she said, brushing off the concern she'd seen in everyone else's eyes.

James's furrowed brow relaxed a bit at the sound of her steady voice. "What exactly happened this morning?" he asked.

Mirabella, always patient, recounted the brake failure in simple terms. As soon as she finished, James's voice came through the phone, tinged with suspicion. "Sounds like sabotage to me."

Raising an eyebrow, Mirabella tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, her bright eyes catching the fluorescent light. "I think so too," she replied, her voice calm and collected.

James, squinting thoughtfully, added, "Wyatt knows cars inside out. I'll have him take a look."

Mirabella thought for a moment before agreeing. "Sure, that would be great. Thanks."

It wasn't that she doubted the people Collins had found, but when it came to technical expertise, her neighbor was the best.

"No problem," James replied, his clear voice hiding a flicker of concern in his eyes.

As Mirabella lifted her gaze, she spotted Shawn Delilah hurrying down the hallway toward her. She quickly told James she had to go and hung up the phone.noveldrama

Just before the line went dead, James thought he heard the word 'daughter' on the other end. He rubbed the edge of his phone thoughtfully before pocketing it and turning to Wyatt.

Wyatt, always quick on the uptake, got up from the couch with a sense of urgency. "I'll check out the car now."

James gave a brief nod of approval, then paused before adding, "And while you're at it, look into Leo's social circle."

Wyatt nodded seriously, understanding the importance. After all, this was about looking out for a potential future family member.

James gave him another look, and Wyatt, touching his nose self-consciously, quickly left.

In the living room, Curtis had already pulled up the video footage of the accident site. He signaled James to come over and watch.

After viewing the entire clip, Curtis was amazed. "Navigating a downhill section like that without hitting a single car or pedestrian... The driver calculated the safety distance with precision. The way they slowed down the vehicle speaks volumes about their driving skills and agility."

James watched the grainy surveillance footage, equally surprised by the driver's abilities.

"Ms. Mirabella's Leo must be quite the driver," Curtis remarked, impressed. "To stay calm in such a critical moment and avoid a major accident like that."

The cameras had captured the event, but the detailed maneuvers of the driver were lost in the low resolution.

Curtis had assumed it was Leo at the wheel.

"Indeed," James said, crossing his arms and pondering for a moment before changing the subject. "What should I bring as a get-well gift?"

Curtis, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, took a moment to respond. "A get-well gift? Are you planning to visit Ms. Mirabella at the hospital?" James nodded casually.

Scratching his head, Curtis shut down his computer and stood up. "I'll get the gift ready."

"Twenty minutes?" James arched an eyebrow challengingly.

Curtis paused, then nodded. Twenty minutes should be enough to sort out a suitable gift.

With a wave of his hand, James signaled Curtis to get moving.

Curtis picked up the pace, determined not to disappoint. The task wasn't just

about picking a gift; it was about showing care and thoughtfulness-qualities that often got lost in the rush of daily life.