At that moment, the doctor walked in, handed a few medical reports to Mirabe, and with a few reassuring words, left the room as quickly as he had entered.


    Seeing this, Collins finally felt his heart settle. He pulled a chair closer and sat down, gesturing to Mirabe''s hand. "Sis, your hand, it''s not too bad, is it?"


    Mirabe pressed her lips together and shook her head dismissively. "It''s just a ss cut. It''ll heal in a few days."


    Collins thought for a moment and, while fishing out his phone, suggested, "Cuts can leave scars, you know. I''ve got a friend in the cosmetics industry. She has some top-notch scar cream. I''ll ask her to set aside a few boxes for you."


    "No need to trouble yourself, Collins," Mirabe declined politely.


    After all, she was a doctor herself. Mixing up a scar treatment cream was child''s y for her.


    When Collins saw that Mirabe genuinely didn''t need his help, he didn''t insist and put away his phone. His gaze then shifted to Leo, who was lying on the hospital bed, and he asked with a hint of confusion, "I thought your brother drove pretty safely. How on earth did he wind up in a crash?"


    Mirabe narrowed her eyes. "Brake failure."


    "Brake failure?" Collins furrowed his brow in concern. "But I remember that car of his was always well-maintained and regrly serviced. It shouldn''t have any issues with brake failure."


    It had only been a few months since thest check-up, and Leo usually got chauffeured in thepany car. His own vehicle was mostly just sitting in the garage, only taken out for a spin on asion.


    "Collins, you should find a reliable mechanic to check out the brakes," Mirabe suggested casually, crossing her legs and shifting in her seat.


    Collins'' eyes widened as he looked at Mirabe. "You suspect sabotage?"


    Mirabe''s gaze dropped to the floor, her eyes cool and calcting. After a moment, she responded with a nonchnt hum.


    Ordinary brake failures usually allowed for some give, a chance to pump and slow down the vehicle. And she had checked Leo''s car''s performance; the chances of such a malfunction were incredibly slim.


    Especially since the emergency brake had failed as well, there was definitely something fishy going on.


    Suddenly, Collins remembered the previous incident when Leo had been poisoned. He had been investigating that case for a while, but because it had happened so long ago, he hadn''t found any leads.


    Now, with the brake failure, it seemed likely that the two incidents were connected.


    The poisoner must have seen that Leo was well again and decided to target the car this time.


    An ident and poisoning both aimed for the same end: a silent and deadly strike.


    The more Collins thought about it, the more a chill ran down his spine. He had seen his fair share of dirty tricks in the entertainment industry, but this was the first time he had encountered something so lethal.


    Heposed himself and said firmly, "I''ll get someone to tow the car right away." Mirabe simply nodded.


    Collins nced once more at Leo, resting on the hospital bed, and then said, "I''ve got to deal with the media frenzy online. I''ll leave you to it here..."


    Understanding, Mirabe raised her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Go ahead, Collins. Do what you need to do."


    "Alright, let me know when Leo wakes up. Just shoot me a text. With all the gossip and spection, I''m concerned the press might descend on the hospital," Collins said with a grave expression.


    Shortly after, he hurried out of the room.


    Mirabe''s phone began to ring from her pocket.


    She took it out and answered swiftly.


    "Are you and your brother... alright?" James''s voice came through, his gaze fixed


    on a series of photos on hisputer screen.


    The images were of the crash site, taken from a bystander''s perspective, showing the car''s front end crumpled and distorted from the impact.