It was Wyatt on the phone.


    Mirabe slung her bag over her shoulder as she answered the call.


    “Ms. Mirabe, I’ve got all the herbs you asked for.” Wyatt said with a respectful tone.


    “That was quick,” Mirabe responded, genuinely surprised.


    “Yeah,” Wyatt paused before adding with a bit of a sheepish tone, “I’m actually right outside the entrance of Parkside High School. Are you free?”


    “Sure, give me a few minutes. I’ll be right out,” Mirabe replied briskly.


    Wyatt was clearly delighted, thanking her several times before ending the call.


    Curtis was supposed to be shadowing James, but, for some reason, he’d ended up at Parkside High School with Wyatt. Sitting in the passenger seat, Curtis was mulling over the information he’d gathered about Mirabe in thest couple of days.


    She was just as Wyatt had described – a girl who’d grown up in a small town after a mix–up at birth, nothing more. But when he tried to dig deeper, like where she’d learned her medical skills, he hit a wall. It was as if her abilities were innate.


    This Mirabe was indeed a conundrum.


    As for Mirabe, she had just stepped out of the school building when she ran into Summer again. The phrase “small world” shed through Mirabe’s <b>mind </b>upon seeing her.


    “Who are you, really?” Summer asked, her gaze piercing as she confronted Mirabe with her first question.


    Mirabe squinted, nonplussed. “What?”


    “If you were the real Mirabe, you wouldn’t have such good grades, and you wouldn’t be at Parkside High School,” Summer probed, trying to find out if Mirabe, like her, was reborn.


    But after <b>Summer </b>spoke, Mirabe didn’t react at all. There was no panic, not even a flicker of guilt. It wasn’t the reaction Summer had anticipated, and her brow furrowed. “Why so silent? Can’t admit it?” Summer pressed.


    “Get lost,” Mirabe retorted, clearly annoyed, and she didn’t give Summer another moment, walking away without looking back.


    Summer watched Mirabe’s retreating figure with a cold gaze, ultimately deciding not to follow and press further.


    In the car.


    “Ms. Mirabe, those herbs…” Wyatt nced in the rearview mirror while driving.


    11:00


    Mirabe, phone in hand, was busy texting Niki. She heard Wyatt and didn’t even look up. “We need to head to Niki’s home.”


    “Got it.” Wyatt said, knowing Niki’s address and quickly making a U–turn.


    Niki was asking what tools Mirabe needed, sending her a bunch of pictures to choose


    from.


    Mirabe reviewed the images, finding the equipment quiteprehensive, though she was still picky. But considering it wasn’t her n’s sophisticated alchemyb, she settled for a few that would suffice.


    Niki texted: [Can I assist you while you prepare the medicine?)


    The message seemed almost pitifully eager. Niki had been anxiously awaiting Mirabe’s arrival. He needed to watch her concoct medicine, especially after he had witnessed the effects of the medicine James had taken. His excitement was so palpable that his family almost thought he’d lost his mind.


    Mirabe texted back a simple [yes.]


    Upon receiving her affirmative response, Niki’s face lit up like a blooming flower, and he hurriedly arranged for the preparation of the equipment Mirabe had requested.


    Half an hourter, they arrived at Niki’s residence.


    Wyatt had loaded the herbs into a wooden box in the car before he’d picked up Mirabe from Parkside High School. He stepped out of the car carrying the box, and followed Mirabe into the Reeves family estate with Curtis in tow.