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

As soon as they stepped into the hospital, Jaime's aide was ready to lead him to the elevator for a trip up to the eleventh floor. That's when a man appeared from the nearby corridor, stepping in their way.

"Cole? What's going on?" Jaime's aide asked, clearly annoyed.

Cole's left arm was in a sling, wrapped in bandages and a splint against his chest. Despite his injuries, he carried an undeniable air of authority.

Ignoring the aide, Cole focused on Jaime. "Didn't expect to see you here so late, Mr. Jaime. What's the occasion?"

Jaime's aide frowned, ready to speak up, but Jaime lifted a hand, signaling him to fall back.

"I heard Keir was seriously hurt, so I came to check on him," Jaime said, his hand resting behind his back, his expression as friendly as ever. "Is he doing alright?"

Cole's face showed no change as he gave a polite nod. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jaime. Keir's stable. The doctors have advised rest, and he's already asleep at this hour. Perhaps another visit time would be better."

"Oh, is that so? I heard Keir was in pretty bad shape," Jaime replied nonchalantly, fiddling with a rosary, making it clear that he knew more than he let on.

Cole managed a tight smile, standing firm. "I think you might have heard wrong. Keir did get hurt, but nothing too serious."

Jaime's eyes flicked to Cole's injured arm, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "If it's nothing serious, why can't I see him? Unless there's something you're trying to keep under wraps?"

Sensing Jaime's less-than-friendly intentions, Cole knew saying more would just fuel the fire. With a steady gaze, he said, "If you insist on going upstairs, I'm afraid that's not going to happen."

"What kind of attitude is that?" Jaime's aide had had enough, his hand inching towards his waist. "You're just a servant. How dare you block our way?"noveldrama

"I'm just following Keir's orders. He doesn't want to see anyone," Cole replied, unflinching. "If someone tries to force their way in, we'll have to to handle it according to the Davis family's rules."

"Quit hiding behind rules," the aide started, but Jaime interrupted with a cough. Maybe I'm just too worried about Keir. It's late, and I shouldn't disturb him. I'll come back tomorrow."

With that, Jaime didn't leave room for more conversation. He shot a sideways glance at his aide and turned to leave.

The entire exchange took less than three minutes from start to finish.

Cole stood his ground, watching Jaime and his aide walk away, his face etched with concern.

As long as their master was okay, things were manageable. But if something went wrong, Jaime's camp would surely stir up trouble. Tomorrow promised more chaos.

Cole took a deep breath, then grabbed his phone to shoot a message to Grady.

*Outside, as Jaime stepped into the night, his aide looked back, puzzled. "Boss, are we just leaving like that?"

Jaime's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Yeah, seeing him isn't the point. The real issue is that Keir might really be in trouble this time."

The aide caught on, his eyes lighting

up. As he hurried down the steps

and opened the car door, he

murmured, "Exactly, or Grady

wouldn't have Cole standing guard."

"If it were just a minor injury, would they be so cautious?" the aide added. "Maybe

this is our chance."

Goodnight. The author hides face and sneaks away.