<b>Chapter </b><b>385 </b>
After exchanging just a few words, Mirabe ended the call, her expression growing more somber.
As Delh drove, she nced back at her daughter. “Who’s calling thiste, honey? Anything urgent?”
Mirabe slid her phone back into her pocket and hummed a nomittal “Mm,” replying absentmindedly, “Just a friend.”
Seeing her daughter’s distracted demeanor, Delh didn’t pry further. Soon enough, they pulled into their sprawling estate.
No sooner had Mirabe stepped out of the car than Wyatt, who had been anxiously waiting outside, approached. Worry etched his features as he called out, “Ms. Mirabe.”
With a calm nod, Mirabe acknowledged him before turning to her mother, who was about to drive the car into the garage. “Mom, I’m just popping over next door.”
Wyatt, <b>no </b>longer concerned about being recognized, gave Delh a polite nod.She paused, then cast a nce at her daughter. “Do you want me toe with you?”
Mirabe shook her head and replied, “I’ll be back soon.”
Knowing he was the same man keen on buying their property, Delh whispered, with a lingering look at Wyatt, “Call me if you need anything, sweetheart.”
Mirabe softly acknowledged. Quickly, she and Wyatt made their way to the adjacent vi.
Back at the car, Delh’s gaze shifted from suspicion to her mobile phone resting in a box beside her. Lighting up the screen to check the time, she noticed a missed call from her foster daughter.
The call hade over an hour ago.
Frowning slightly, Delh hesitated for a moment before returning the call.
Meanwhile, in James‘ bedroom.
Standing by James‘ bedside, Niki looked as <b>if </b>he had just glimpsed hope itself when Mirabe entered. “Mirabe, you finally made it.”
Curtis‘ gaze also fixed intently on Mirabe.
She nodded and approached the bed where Jamesy. His pallor was ashen, his forehead beaded with sweat. He seemed to be enduring immense pain. Yet his dark eyes held a steady gaze on Mirabe, and despite his difort, he maintained aposed fa?ade.
“Sorry to call you over sote,” James said in a hoarse whisper.
Mirabe’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and without a word, she reached out to feel. <b>his </b>pulse. Two minutester, she withdrew her hand.
<b>An </b>anxious Wyatt immediately asked, “Ms. Mirabe, what’s going on with James?”
Niki, a titleholder in traditional medicine, looked to her. “I’ve just checked James. Could these be symptoms of neuralgia?”
Niki’s expertise was well–founded, and though he wasn’t a pharmacist, his medical skills were highly advanced.
Mirabe nodded. “Correct, it’s diffuse neuralgia.<b>” </b>
Neuralgia was a different beast from other bodily pain; it was like needles piercing. through the body, a torment that made life unbearable.
She looked at James again, admiring his fortitude. To remain so calm under such circumstances was indeed extraordinary.
“What exactly causes this kind of neuralgia? James has never suffered from this before,” Wyatt said gravely.
With James‘ recent health scare barely behind them, this new affliction was rming. Neuralgia sounded severe, andbined with his previous condition, it was downright life–threatening.