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

Chapter 510

Mirabella cast a casual glance at Nikolai. Her expression was one of serene confidence. “Why make a mountain out of a molehill when a simple tonic can do the trick?” she mused.

“Isn’t concocting potions a tiresome affair?” she added with a slight shake of her head. Her voice was tinged with a hint of exasperation. “Only the right remedy can truly heal an ailment.”

Nikolai choked on his words, feeling a sting in her straightforwardness.

At that moment, Dane, who had been standing by, snatched the prescription from his father’s grasp. He scrutinized it, and then at sardonic smile spread across his face. “This? This is supposed to save a life?” He was seriously beginning to suspect this young lady was joking around with human lives. Couldn’t she see the severity of the patient’s illness?

The patient was so gaunt. It was common knowledge, even among laypeople, that a weak body should not be over–nourished. The more one tried to nourish such a body, the further it would deteriorate, a piece of wisdom well–documented in the annals of medicine.

brandishing the slip of paper, turned to Nikolai. “Dad, please don’t tell

that plagued his son. If he hadn’t witnessed Mirabella’s healing prowess firsthand, if he hadn’t seen her restore James back to health, he

a grave sincerity, “Dane, you haven’t seen what Mirabella can do. I

him off. “Fine. If you think she’s capable, then we’ll go with her plan. I won’t object. But if her actions delay Mr.

tightened into a thin line as she faced Dane. Her voice was

opened his mouth to speak, but Dane didn’t give him the chance. “Good.” He was curious to see how

then, Johnny, who had momentarily stepped out, returned, immediately sensing the room’s charged atmosphere. Dane passed the prescription to Johnny. “Johnny, this is the remedy Ms. Mirabella has concocted. She claims it will cure Mr. Owen.” Johnny, caught off guard, glanced at Dane before hesitantly accepting the paper. Although unversed in medicine, he recognized some ingredients that were known for their restorative properties. He looked up, baffled. “Some of these are quite strong tonics. Are they really alright to use?” Dane’s square–jawed face was a mask of scorn as he glanced at Mirabella. His voice was barely above a whisper. “You’ll have to ask Ms.

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twinge of doubt about the prescription in his hands. He turned to Mirabella. “Ms. Mirabella,

question hung in the air, Owen, who had been reclining on the bed, snapped his phone shut and looked