The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 297

Before Curtis could get a word out, Nikolai approached from the side, his voice tinged with an undercurrent of excitement. “Show me that prescription again, will you?”

While Mirabella had been jotting down the list of ingredients, Nikolai had instinctively moved closer to peer over her shoulder, absorbing each item she listed. Every ingredient she penned down sent a jolt of shock through him, and by the time she had finished, his mind was blown to smithereens. It took him a moment to come back to his senses, and then he couldn’t wait to double–check the prescription.

Wyatt glanced at Nikolai, whose mood had swung from gloomy to positively electric, and without hesitation, Wyatt passed the prescription back to him.

Nikolai scrutinized the list of ingredients once more, and only after a thorough examination did he finally confirm that the recipe was indeed a long–lost ancient remedy. Trembling, he handed the piece of paper back to Wyatt.

“Nikolai?” Curtis called out, noticing that Nikolai’s hands were shaking rather severely.

Nikolai looked up at Curtis. “The prescription is sound.” He spared the technicalities, knowing they were beyond the others.

At that, disbelief painted Curtis‘ face, “Are you telling me this can treat James?”

cure him completely, but it should stop his condition from deteriorating further.” Nikolai explained slowly, pausing to glance at Mirabella with a hint of admiration. “The younger generation really does surpass the older

remembered how he had once considered taking the young girl as his apprentice and

go get the ingredients right now.” He

way over

meeting her in person, he believed she wasn’t someone fit for polite society and even blamed her for the relapse of his master’s old ailment. Suddenly, his

the sofa across from Mirabella, and noticing the extinguished Incense

she responded, “The incense contains musk, which only exacerbates the turmoil in his blood and energy.” After a brief

approached, overheard this and thought about his previous attitude, his

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once again.

arrived when you did, or I might have made a grave mistake.” He had been the one to instruct the lighting of the

incense.

with a raised eyebrow, “You didn’t take the medicine I gave you last time, did you?” Her question sounded rhetorical, laced