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

Atlas gripped his phone tightly, lost in indecision, unable to find the words.

Seeing his silence, Mirabella didn't push him. Instead, she kept the line open, quickly tapping away on her phone. In no time, a map with a pinpointed location popped up on her screen.

She glanced at the mark and the direction of the moving red dot, piecing it together swiftly. "A holistic healing center?"noveldrama

Atlas was momentarily stunned, not expecting Miss Mira to figure it out so easily. "You don't trust my medical skills?" Mirabella teased lightly.

It was then that Atlas remembered Miss Mira's medical prowess. She had once saved Donald from the Cunningham family, a case deemed hopeless by other doctors.

Shaking himself back to reality, Atlas knew he couldn't hesitate any longer and nodded. "Yes, the holistic healing center. We've got our people there, everything was prepped before we even started..."

Mirabella, eyes on the traffic lights as she kept her foot firmly on the gas, gave a sly smile. "You've done your homework, haven't you?" she complimented.

Atlas felt a shiver run down his spine. Was Miss Mira annoyed with him?

"Do whatever it takes to keep my brother hanging on until I get there," Mirabella instructed before ending the call. Given her current distance, even at full speed, it would take her at least fifteen minutes to reach the center.

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Barely two minutes after the call ended, Atlas's car screeched to a halt at the holistic healing center. A doctor, already waiting in the parking lot, swiftly transferred Nick onto a stretcher.

Nick, having lost too much blood, was already in shock. The doctor wasted no time rushing him into the emergency room.

Atlas stood vigil outside, watching as nurses carried in multiple blood bags, each one deepening his dread.

A few minutes later, Dr. Ray emerged from the emergency room, his gown splattered with blood.

He approached Atlas and spoke in a low voice, "Prepare yourself. The bullet in Mr. Davis's chest is dangerously close to his heart. Some fragments have already cut into the atrium. Operating now is risky-he may not survive the attempt."

After a brief pause, Dr. Ray continued, "But if we don't act fast to remove those fragments, he won't make it past ten minutes."

Dr. Ray's words carried a grim reality: either choice could be fatal.

Hearing this, Atlas's eyes welled up. He couldn't accept it. "Dr. Ray, you're the best thoracic surgeon in the hospital."

Dr. Ray shook his head, a pained smile on his face. "I'm sorry, this wound is just too severe. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have made it this far... You need to decide now: do we operate or not?"

It was a heart-wrenching decision.

Atlas's mind raced. He glanced at his watch, remembering Miss Mira's urgent words. Ten minutes had already slipped by since they last spoke.

"Mr. Atlas, every minute we wait increases the risk," Dr. Ray pressed.

Atlas clenched his fists, meeting Dr. Ray's gaze. "You said he might last another ten minutes without surgery, right? Then do whatever you can to keep him alive."

Dr. Ray looked puzzled. "You mean..."

"I have a doctor friend who's on her way. Please, just keep him stable until she gets here." At this crucial moment, all of Atlas's hopes rested on Mirabella.

Since Miss Mira had insisted, he chose to trust her completely.