Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 349

For Carter, Miranda was the only person he knew. She meant more to him than anyone else ever could.

He’d rather see anyone else in danger than Miranda.

As soon as Miranda noticed the rescue team arriving, she let go of Hugo, who had been leaning heavily on her. Without her support, he collapsed into the arms of the rescuers.

The team swiftly lifted him onto a stretcher, ready to rush him off for a check-up. But Hugo was having none of it, protesting loudly and trying to get down.

Jasper barked at the rescuers, "Hold him down! Don’t let him go until he’s been checked out!"

Obediently, they pinned Hugo down, making sure he couldn't move.

After issuing his orders, Jasper turned his attention back to Miranda. "Do you want to get checked out too? Are you feeling okay?"

Carter chimed in, "Yeah, are you sure you're alright?"

Miranda shook her head. "I’m fine. Besides, did you forget? I’m a doctor myself."

Of course, she was fine.

Carter couldn’t help but grumble, "Why did you save him? You almost got yourself in trouble. He's not exactly someone decent."

Miranda's lips curled into a smile. "I wasn't in any real danger, and besides, he didn't have to die."

As a doctor, she was used to the cycle of life and death. But if someone didn't need to die, she'd do everything in her power to save them.

It wasn't about being a saint; it was about doing what she could within her ability.

And most importantly, this guy didn’t deserve to die. Since the moment when he got riled up for her not making any safety precautions before racing, she figured he wasn’t inherently wicked.

Despite their past altercations, he didn’t instruct his people to attack her. He was more bark than bite, often resorting to hurling those vile insults.

So, she saved him. Simple as that.

Miranda felt numerous eyes on her and turned to see Hugo’s friends watching her. Their expressions were a complex; they were seemingly struggling for addressing her, their gaze obviously devoid of the hostility they’d previously shown her.

Jasper glanced at the group, noticing the bruises and one of them with a cast on his leg.

Suspicion crept in; could it be they had been on the receiving end of Miranda’s fists?

One of Hugo’s friends hesitantly spoke up, "Miranda, um…"

He trailed off, uncertain.

Miranda cut in smoothly, "How about calling me Master first?"