The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 675

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.

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.

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.