Chapter 385
After exchanging just a few words, Mirabella ended the call, her expression growing more somber.
As Delilah drove, she glanced back at her daughter. “Who’s calling this late, honey? Anything urgent?”
Mirabella slid her phone back into her pocket and hummed a noncommittal “Mm,” replying absentmindedly, “Just a friend.”
Seeing her daughter’s distracted demeanor, Delilah didn’t pry further. Soon enough, they pulled into their sprawling estate.
No sooner had Mirabella stepped out of the car than Wyatt, who had been anxiously waiting outside, approached. Worry etched his features as he called out, “Ms. Mirabella.”
With a calm nod, Mirabella acknowledged him before turning to her mother, who was about to drive the car into the garage. “Mom, I’m just popping over next door.”
Wyatt, no longer concerned about being recognized, gave Delilah a polite nod.She paused, then cast a glance at her daughter. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Mirabella shook her head and replied, “I’ll be back soon.”
Knowing he was the same man keen on buying their property, Delilah whispered, with a lingering look at Wyatt, “Call me if you need anything, sweetheart.”
Mirabella softly acknowledged. Quickly, she and Wyatt made their way to the adjacent villa.
Back at the car, Delilah’s gaze shifted from suspicion to her mobile phone resting in a box beside her. Lighting up the screen to check the time, she noticed a missed call from her foster daughter.
The call had come over an hour ago.
Frowning slightly, Delilah hesitated for a moment before returning the call.
Meanwhile, in James‘ bedroom.
Standing by James‘ bedside, Nikolai looked as if he had just glimpsed hope itself when Mirabella entered. “Mirabella, you finally made it.”
Curtis‘ gaze also fixed intently on Mirabella.
She nodded and approached the bed where James lay. His pallor was ashen, his forehead beaded with sweat. He seemed to be enduring immense pain. Yet his dark eyes held a steady gaze on Mirabella, and despite his discomfort, he maintained a composed façade.
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“Sorry to call you over so late,” James said in a hoarse whisper.
Mirabella’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and without a word, she reached out to feel. his pulse. Two minutes later, she withdrew her hand.
An anxious Wyatt immediately asked, “Ms. Mirabella, what’s going on with James?”
Nikolai, a titleholder in traditional medicine, looked to her. “I’ve just checked James. Could these be symptoms of neuralgia?”
Nikolai’s expertise was well–founded, and though he wasn’t a pharmacist, his medical skills were highly advanced.
Mirabella nodded. “Correct, it’s diffuse neuralgia.”
Neuralgia was a different beast from other bodily pain; it was like needles piercing. through the body, a torment that made life unbearable.
She looked at James again, admiring his fortitude. To remain so calm under such circumstances was indeed extraordinary.
“What exactly causes this kind of neuralgia? James has never suffered from this before,” Wyatt said gravely.
With James‘ recent health scare barely behind them, this new affliction was alarming. Neuralgia sounded severe, and combined with his previous condition, it was downright life–threatening.
