Stepping outside, Niki looked up at Mirabe, a trace of apology etching his features. “Ms. Mirabe, I’m terribly sorry about earlier…


    With a detached gaze, Mirabe interrupted, “No need for apologies; it’s only human nature.”


    Hearing this, Niki felt even more ashamed. He let out a sigh before saying. “My patient is a special


    case, and his condition is quite peculiar. Even though my son Dane is a member of the Pharmacists‘ Guild and more skilled than Asher, I fear this illness might be beyond his expertise.”


    This was precisely why he had summoned Mirabe before Dane even reached home or assessed the patient himself.


    It wasn’t just because Dane’s medical knowledge paled inparison to Mirabe’s, but also because of the patient’s identity. Should anything go wrong, the Reeves family couldn’t bear the responsibility.


    Mirabe regarded Niki, her eyebrows arching slightly as she spoke, “My services don’te cheap.<b>” </b>


    At her words, Niki immediately understood that Mirabe wasn’t dwelling on the past issue. He quickly replied, “Don’t worry about the cost. They will certainly be able to afford it.”


    Mirabe nodded. Money talks.


    After a moment of thought, Niki added, “Let me brief you on the patient’s symptoms.”


    “Alright.” Mirabe acknowledged.


    Just then, Asher entered from outside, followed by Dane, Niki’s eldest son.


    Niki had just begun to describe the symptoms when he caught sight of Dane. His face broke into a smile. As his son approached, he introduced him to Mirabe, “This is Dane, my son.”


    Mirabe slowly lifted her head to look at Dane. He appeared to be in his forties, and despite theck of expression on his face, a certain haughtiness was evident in his demeanor. Such men often carried an air of arrogance.


    As Mirabe’s gaze met his, Dane also looked her over. From the moment he stepped through the door, his brother had made a point of mentioning this young woman. Asher scoffed at his father’s folly for treating a teenage girl like an honored guest and expecting her to tend to an important patient.


    Dane withdrew his gaze and turned to his father, nodding slightly. “Dad, I’m back.”


    Niki nodded. “Yes, was the journey rough? By the way, this is Ms. Mirabe, another pharmacist.”


    After a curt ‘hello‘ to Mirabe, Dane didn’t bother with further pleasantries, nor did he take the mention of another pharmacist to heart. ncing around the room with a serious expression, he stated, “Let’s go inside and talk.” With that, he strode forward, his bearing straight andmanding, exuding the presence of a man who runs his household.


    Asher nced at his father and Mirabe but remained silent, quickly following Dane.


    Niki gestured for Mirabe to follow. Soon, Mirabe returned to the sitting room and took a seat in an armchair, her posture rxed and unreserved.


    Catching Niki’s cue, the butler stood by her side, dutifully pouring coffee with impable manners.


    In contrast, Johnny, upon seeing Dane, seemed invigorated as if spotting a savior, a stark difference from


    his demeanor


    “Dane, I truly appreciate youing all this way Johnny said


    Members of the Pharmacists Guild were held in high esteem, especially a mid–level pharmacist like Dane. Even someone of Johnny’s stature in the political arena would defer to such expertise