Chapter 408
Mirabella tucked away her silver needles and strode out of the bathroom with the grace of
seasoned professional.
Wyatt, who had been waiting outside, anticipated her needs with the care of a doting butler and presented her with a steaming bowl of chicken soup. “Ms. Mirabella, thank you, he said with a dutiful nod.
Raising an eyebrow at the gesture, Mirabella took the soup and offered a nod of approval. Scratching his head with a goofy grin, Wyatt inquired, “How’s the boss‘ health now?”
After a sip that soothed her throat, Mirabella replied, “He should be stable for now. As long as nothing extraordinary happens, his chronic issues shouldn’t flare up again.”
Wyatt practically glowed with relief. It wasn’t the perfect fix he had hoped for, but it was light–years ahead of the grim prognoses they’d gotten from other so–called miracle workers.
Just then, a freshly dressed James emerged from his room.
Finishing the last of her soup, Mirabella turned to regard James, and her mind couldn’t help but wander to some rather unseemly scenarios. Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze and handed the empty bowl back to Wyatt. “Thanks, I should be getting back now.”
Wyatt bobbed his head. “Of course.”
He almost offered to escort her but then glanced at James, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous suggestion. “Sir, why don’t you walk Ms. Mirabella home? It’s quite late, and it wouldn’t be safe for her to go alone, would it?”
Despite the awkwardness of the age difference, which made it seem like an older man preying on a younger woman, Wyatt believed Mirabella could be a perfect match for
James.
Mirabella nearly stumbled upon hearing this. She turned back, eyeing Wyatt with an expressionless face. Their homes were a mere fifty meters apart–what could possibly be unsafe?
“Hmm, you make a good point,” James agreed, looking quite serious. He seemed pleased with Wyatt’s sudden enlightenment.
Straightening his sleeves, he approached Mirabella. “Come on. I’ll walk you. The night does have its dangers.”
Mirabella’s inner voice called out, “Utter nonsense.”
As James headed for the exit, Mirabella rubbed her temple in exasperation, hoping she
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wouldn’t run into Zach on her way back.
She followed with her box of silver needles, reaching the staircase just as her phone buzzed in her pocket. She saw an unknown number and hesitated before answering.
A gruff voice came through immediately. “You heartless girl. You hit me, and now you won’t even check on me? I haven’t eaten all day. Are you trying to starve me to death, so you can escape the reality of hitting an old man?”
Mirabella’s face turned a shade of green as she was about to retort, but her foot slipped, and she tumbled towards the ground below. In that instant, her exhausted body couldn’t react in time, and one thought crossed her mind. “This is all because of that old scammer.”
James, who was ahead, sensed the commotion and swiftly turned. He caught sight of Mirabella falling and, with reflexes honed by urgency, reached out and caught her in his arms. “You need to be more careful,” James chided, his brows knitting together as he steadied her on her feet.
Mirabella’s face, pale but devoid of panic, seemed to soften under his gaze. Feeling a protective impulse, James kept his hand on her shoulder and asked again, “Are you alright?”
