<b>Chapter </b><b>503 </b>
Dane’s square–jawed face held a polite smile as he took a sip of his coffee, speaking calmly, “Johnny, you’re too kind. I’ve been nning a trip back home myself soon.”
Johnny chuckled, then asked, “How’s Mr. Boyd beentely?”
Mr. Boyd–the president and chairman of the Pharmacists‘ Guild and the patriarch of the Boyd family, was one of the prominent ns in Riverdale.
“To be honest, he has been sequestered, deep in the study of ancient remedies. Otherwise, I would have. definitely discussed Mr. Owen’s condition with him beforeing back,” Dane said with a tinge of regret.
Mirabe’s eyebrows raised at the mention of ancient remedies. Mr. Boyd?
Johnny felt a pang of disappointment, but he knew that even if Mr. Boyd wasn’t <b>in </b>seclusion, it was unlikely they could persuade such a distinguished <b>figure </b>to intervene. After all, Mr. Boyd was known for his passion for ancient remedies, and his medical skills might not necessarily surpass those of Niki. That was precisely why he had brought the gentleman to seek Niki’s help.
Collecting his thoughts, Johnny said, “No worries. I trust that you will find a way to treat our gentleman.”
Dane wasn’t one to let ttery go to his head. After a brief silence, he replied. The gentleman’s symptoms are quite unusual. All I can say is that I’ll do my best.” He had been informed of the illness the day before. Although he hadn’t sought advice from the chairman, he had consulted other senior pharmacists within the guild, most of whom had never encountered such symptoms and couldn’t determine the exact nature of the illness. Deep down, Dane wasn’t confident, but since the Reeves family had been approached for help, they certainly couldn’t turn them away.
Johnny noticed the fleeting hesitance on Dane’s face and felt a heaviness in his heart, but he quickly stood up <b>and </b>said<b>, </b>“Then, without further dy, let’s have Mr. Dane take a look at Mr. Owen.”
“Alright,” Dane agreed, eager to assess the situation.
Mr. Owen was resting in the guest room, and soon, <b>Dane </b>and Johnny left the main hall, one after the other. Mirabe remained in her chair, her slender fingers tapping the armrest, still pondering Dane’s mention of Mr. Boyd.
As Niki reached the doorway, he realized Mirabe hadn’t followed and turned back to her, “Mirabe<b>?</b>” Mirabe snapped back to reality, looked up at Niki, and shook her head before standing up.
“Let’s go and have a look together,” Niki suggested.
With a soft hum, Mirabe followed a few steps behind Niki before casually asking, “Niki, what’s <b>Mr. </b>Boyd’s full name? The man you mentioned earlier?”
Niki was surprised at the sudden <b>interest </b>in Mr. Boyd, and after <b>a </b>moment’s thought, he said, “I can’t quite remember. I’ll <b>ask </b>Der.”
“No need to trouble yourself,” Mirabe waved it off, dismissing the importance of the individual.
Niki made a mental note not to forget to inquireter, and continued walking.
Asher, walking ahead, overheard their conversation and nced back at Mirabe, wondering if she was
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being too presumptuous. Was the Pharmacists‘ Guild a ce where anyone could get involved? How could she brazenly ask about the guild’s president in front of his father as if knowing Mr. Boyd’s name meant they were acquainted?
Shaking his head in irritation, Asher decided not toment on the less-than–ster acting. It seemed his father was the only one who didn’t see a problem.