Just before heading out that morning, Mirabe had told Zach that she nned to spend the day at the hospital keeping Catherinepany, and had politely declined his offer to pick her up from school. So, as soon as the ss was over, Mirabe hailed a cab and made her way to the hospital.
But the moment she pushed open the door to the hospital room and saw its emptiness, with even the bed sheets neatly folded at the foot of the bed, her expression flickered with concern,
She was stunned for a moment, and her thoughts raced to Catherine’s reaction the day before. A tight sensation gripped her chest as she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed a number.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off…”
Taking a deep breath, Mirabe ended the call, pocketed her phone, and turned to leave the
room<b>. </b>
At the nurses‘ station, she approached the on–duty nurse with a calm demeanor. “Excuse me, do you know where I can find Catherine from room 503?” There was a steadiness in her voice, betraying no hint of the worry she felt inside.
The nurse was momentarily taken aback by Mirabe’s stunning beauty, but quickly recovered and flipped through the records beside her. “Oh, Mrs. Catherine was discharged this morning,” she replied.
When Mirabe heared this, her brows furrowed even more. She thanked the nurse and, without any hesitation, strode towards the elevator.
The nurse watched Mirabe’s retreating figure, shaking her head in admiration. “That girl’s beauty is on another level. She could give Hollywood stars a run for their money,” she murmured.
“What’s caught your eye?” asked another nurse who had just returned from the restroom, noticing her colleague’s fixated gaze. Since Mirabe had already disappeared around the corner, the second nurse had missed her.
The first nurse, still captivated, said, “I just saw this gorgeous girl – like an angel. My heart was racing when she looked at me.”
The other nurse chuckled. “Really, that dramatic?” She casually took a sip of water, then added, “Speaking of angelic beauty, Mrs. Catherine’s granddaughter is a knockout. Catherine is the patient who has just been discharged from room 503 this morning. You probably haven’t seen her granddaughter since you work days. I’ve got a photo of her. Let me show you…”
As she spoke, the nurse pulled out her phone and disyed a secretly snapped photo. “Look at this. Isn’t she gorgeous? It’s just a side face, but she’s so photogenic.<b>” </b>
The nurse was familiar with Mirabe, finding her truly captivating. Her aura was an intriguing mix of feminine and masculine, and she carried herself with a graceful, polite demeanor that
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subtlymanded attention. Whenever Mirabe visited, the nurse made sure to dote on Catherine a bit more than usual, hoping to catch her attention indirectly. And, quite secretly, she often snapped pictures of Mirabe when she wasn’t looking.
“That’s her, the very girl I just saw,” the first nurse confirmed, recognizing Mirabe in the photo.
The second nurse’s face changed. <b>“</b>Where did she go?<b>” </b>
Pointing towards the elevator, the first nurse replied, “Right when you came back, she just got
<b>in</b><b>.</b>”
“Oh no, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Mrs. Catherine left something for me to pass on to her,” the second nurse said, pping her forehead in frustration.
The first nurse touched her nose sheepishly. “You <b>didn’t </b>tell me… But she can’t have gone far. Hurry, you might catch her.<b>” </b>
With a quick nod, the second nurse stowed her phone, grabbed an envelope from the drawer, and hurried towards the elevator.
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