The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 292

As Leo steered the car onto the open road, he glanced sideways at Mirabella. After a pause, he asked, “Mira, do you have some medical skills?”

Mirabella, immersed in her phone and leaning against the car door, didn’t even look up as she murmured, “A little, yeah.”

The response ‘a little’ plunged Leo and Collins, who was driving, into a stunned silence. If curing an ailment that had stumped hospital specialists with just a few pills could be considered knowing ‘a little’ about medicine, what would the world’s renowned traditional and modern doctors think of themselves?

Thank goodness this admission was made in front of them. Had it been in front of Nikolai today, the guy would have probably shown her the door on the spot.

Too cheeky by half.

“So, you knew all along about my injury?” Leo couldn’t help but seek the truth.

With an arch of her brow, Mirabella didn’t deny it. “Yes.”

Leo rubbed his nose. Feeling the difference between suspecting something and hearing it confirmed was surprisingly jarring.

Even Nick had confirmed that Leo could never go back to his old self, and now Mirabella had effortlessly solved the problem. It felt almost magical.

“Did you go to the hospital to get checked out?” Mirabella prodded, suspecting that her somewhat foolish brother wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.

“Nah, didn’t hit the hospital. Collins knows this sage of alternative medicine. He checked my pulse and gave me the all-clear,” Leo replied with candid simplicity.

Mirabella didn’t seem surprised and ended with a caution, “Just be more careful out there, and don’t let anyone blindside you.”

Collins, fuming as he drove, smacked the steering wheel. “Whoever’s pulling these dirty tricks from the shadows is despicable.”

Craig replied promptly, [Yeah, why do you ask, Summer?] He remembered her brother was with Lamont Entertainment, right?

Summer: [Could you get me a contact there?]

Without overthinking it—after all, Summer was his client and under a ten-year contract—Craig sent over the contact of an agent he knew at Lamont Entertainment.

Before long, Summer had added Craig’s Charisma contact, and after a few more inquiries, she finally got hold of Vicky’s number.

Staring at the number on her screen, Summer’s eyes darkened as Leo’s cold, distant face flashed in her mind. Even when she had cast aside her pride, he remained aloof. If he showed no kindness, why should she show mercy?

A cynical smile played on Summer’s lips as her fingers tapped the dial button.