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.”
Leo’s lips curled into a half–smile. “Whoever benefits the most from my misfortune is the prime suspect.”
“No matter what, we can’t just let this slide,” Collins muttered darkly.
Mirabella’s eyebrows danced playfully as she floated a suggestion. “Maybe you could turn the tables on them?”
Collins‘ eyes lit up at the idea. “Not bad. We need to flush out whoever is targeting Leo. They might try the same stunt again.”
Mirabella just smiled and turned her gaze to the passing scenery outside the car window.
10:50
falling silent.
Back at the Gilbert family home, Summer didn’t even come down for dinner, staying locked in her room. She racked her brain for any details from her past life about the Davis family members. Then, pulling out her phone, she scrolled through Messenger and shot a message to her agent. [Craig, do you know anyone over at Lamont Entertainment?]
Lamont was the agency representing Leo.
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.
