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

Asher strolled in from the outside just in time to catch the anxious look on his old man’s face. With a roll of his eyes, he turned toward James, who was seated at the head of the table, and poured him a cup of water with polite reverence.

Nikolai, preoccupied with his own excitement, failed to notice his son’s gesture. His gaze was locked on Mirabella as he eagerly inquired, “What sort of concoction did you whip up today? Can I have a peek?”

“Something for the heart,” Mirabella replied without stinginess, handing over the medicine

bottle to Nikolai.

A thoughtful expression crossed James‘ face when he heard her words. His eyebrows lifted subtly.

Catherine had a heart condition. So, was this medicine crafted for Catherine?

Nikolai uncorked the bottle and shook out a pill, bringing it to his nose for a careful sniff. His eyes lit up instantly. “Ah, it’s another ancient remedy.”

Asher, hearing the term “ancient remedy,” couldn’t help but show a flicker of surprise.

She had concocted an ancient remedy?

While Asher had a decent knack for medicine, he wasn’t as versed in pharmacology as Nikolai. He had once delved into the Hammond family’s heirloom tome of ancient remedies, but after making no significant discoveries, his interest had waned.

Soon enough, Nikolai neatly repackaged the medicine and handed it back to Mirabella, suddenly feeling a wave of nostalgia. It was wonderful how he’d come across several ancient remedies recently.

They were something he’d never touched before.

But then a thought struck him… Could the ancient remedies he’d seen in others‘ hands also originate from her?

Nikolai shot a peculiar glance at Mirabella.

Catching the odd look on Nikolai’s face, Mirabella arched an eyebrow. “Nikolai?”

“Have you by any chance concocted a nerve–repair antidote?” he asked.

Mirabella, unfazed, responded, “No, I only know these few common concoctions.”

Nikolai felt his blood pressure spike. Did she just say common? A single top–tier concoction from the Pharmacists‘ Guild could have its creator strutting through their halls, but this little prodigy was calling her unique, elusive old world remedies “common“? It was a blow to anyone’s ego.

“By the way, Nikolai, I might not have enough energy for incense–making today. I’ll write down the formula for you later. If you follow it to the letter, it should turn out nearly perfect,”

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Mirabella stated calmly.

At her words, Nikolal paused for a moment before his gaze shifted to Asher. He saw his son attempting to cozy up to James. His motive couldn’t be clearer.

He had gone to great lengths to secure a chance for the girl to mentor his son. With age creeping up on him, Nikolai had wanted to create opportunities for Asher to learn some real skills, hoping to ensure a longer and more prosperous future for the Reeves family…

Nikolai shook his head, dismissing the thought as a fool’s hope, “Hever mind, seems like I’m not that fortunate,” he said with a wry smile.

Opportunities, once missed, seldom come around again. He couldn’t bring himself to shamelessly ask her for another chance.

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Asher, overhearing the conversation, furrowed his brows, but quickly redirected his attention back to James.

After a brief rest, Mirabella left the Reeves estate with James and Wyatt, Only after they had departed did Nikolai make his way to the courtyard. His steps were unsteady. Asher followed, babbling non–stop. “Dad, that young lady sure has a knack for precise formulations.” Asher began, pausing before continuing, “But to say she’s more skilled in pharmacology than my brother, well, I can’t agree with that.”

Nikolal stopped in his tracks upon hearing his son’s words.