The door opened, and several people entered one after the other, each wearing a look of concern.

Seeing Cyrus unconscious on the bed, Devonte nearly broke down in tears. He knelt beside the bed and fought back his emotions.

Lilah felt a deep sadness wash over her.

She knew Cyrus well enough to understand his nature—-he would rather endure trouble himself than be a burden to others.

It didn't surprise her that he would act this way.

“Miss Phillips, this is Dr. Miranda Hanson. She usually keeps to herself and doesn't want attention, so please keep her presence and personality confidential," Benita explained politely to Lilah.

It was then that Lilah snapped out of her daze. She shifted her gaze and looked at the young woman standing by the French window.

At first glance, she was taken aback. The name Shelia popped into her mind.

She could be Darian's ex-girlfriend, who looked almost exactly like her.

Lilah stared at the woman as if she was looking at a reflection of herself.

For a moment, she lost track of her surroundings.

"Hello, Miss Phillips," Miranda greeted with a smile. When their eyes met, a look of surprise flashed across Miranda's face, clearly not expecting to encounter someone so similar.

It wasn't until Benita nudged her that Lilah snapped back to reality.

But as she looked again at the doctor who had initially stunned her, she realized the resemblance was merely superficial.

Miranda had facial features that resembled hers. On closer inspection, though, their facial shapes were different.

They weren't exactly the same.

A wave of disappointment washed over Lilah.

For a brief moment, she had almost believed Miranda could be her sister.

"Dr. Hanson?" Lilah managed to suppress her disappointment, yet her eyes inevitably roamed over Miranda's striking features.

"I'm Miranda Hanson. Nice to meet you, Miss Phillips," Miranda responded with a soft smile, her demeanor as refreshing as a spring breeze, her scholarly aura unmistakable.

"When you walked in, I was taken aback as well. I hadn't expected us to bear such a resemblance," Miranda said kindly.

Indeed, they looked similar, but not exactly the same.

Lilah mustered a forced smile, her heart a mix of emotions she wasn't ready to confront.

She teetered on the edge of inquiring further but held back, wary of seeming impolite. After all, the possibility of them being sisters hung in the air, unspoken, delicate, and she feared driving Miranda away.