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

Today felt like the end of the line for him...

The footsteps below were closing in, and Nick was bracing himself for one last stand.

But the moment he saw who was coming up, the scalpel slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.

It wasn't just anyone; it was Atlas.

"Mr. Nick!"

Atlas's voice was filled with relief as he leapt up the stairs. Just as he was about to ask what happened, his eyes landed on Nick's soaked clothes and the droplets of blood dripping from his hand.

Atlas's face turned white. "Mr. Nick, you..."

Nick lifted a hand to cut him off, removing the earpiece from his ear and turning it off. "We need to go."

Atlas quickly moved to support him, and only then did he notice the back of Nick's shirt was almost entirely drenched, leaving bloodstains on the stairs behind them.noveldrama

The wound was severe; a bullet had torn through his back, narrowly missing his heart.

Nick was still barely conscious, leaning heavily on Atlas's shoulder. "Don't breathe a word about tonight to Mira, not one."

Atlas's hands trembled, but knowing Mr. Nick's stubborn nature, he nodded tightly. "I understand. Please, save your strength. I'll get you to a hospital."

"If I don't make it... Atlas, tell Chester I let him down, couldn't find any leads on Aunt Tung, and my sister... keep her out of this mess..."

Nick's voice faded, and his head slumped forward.

Realizing how dire Nick's condition was, Atlas's eyes burned red, the veins on his hands bulging with tension, but he didn't dare waste a moment. He motioned for his men to help carry Nick on his back. Just as he was about to head down, he noticed the scalpel on the floor.

He carefully picked it up, tucked it in his pocket, and told his team, "Someone stay behind and clean up all this blood."

Atlas managed to slip out the back door with Nick just before the guards arrived.

They had already created an escape route coming in, so getting out was smooth, without alerting anyone inside the institute.

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Meanwhile, on the other end, Mirabella heard Atlas's voice through her earpiece before the line went dead. Her fingers danced over the touchpad, pulling up the GPS tracker to watch the blinking red dot move. She should've felt relieved, but her heart wouldn't settle.

In such a dangerous situation, gunfire almost always meant someone got hurt. Mirabella clenched her fingertips, shut down her computer, and opened the desk drawer filled with bottles and jars.

She grabbed three bottles and her set of needles, stood up, and headed out with purpose.

Driving out of the neighborhood, Mirabella called Atlas.

It took a moment before Atlas picked up, his voice as steady as ever. “Miss Mira, we've left the medical college with Mr. Nick."

Mirabella's grip tightened on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road. "Is my brother okay?"

Atlas glanced over at Nick, whose seat was soaked in red, his breathing barely perceptible. Remembering Nick's instructions, he replied, "It's nothing serious, just... a minor scratch."

Hearing this, Mirabella's expression darkened, and she pressed the gas pedal to the floor. "Where are you? I'm coming now."