<b>Chapter </b>510


    Mirabe cast a casual nce at Niki. Her expression was one of serene confidence. “Why make a mountain out of a molehill when a simple tonic can do the trick?<b>” </b>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. <b>“</b>Only the right remedy can truly heal an ailment.”


    Niki 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 youngdy was joking around with human lives. Couldn’t she see the severity of the patient’s illness<b>? </b>


    The patient was so gaunt. It wasmon knowledge, even amongypeople, 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.


    Dane, brandishing the slip of paper, turned to Niki. “Dad, please don’t tell me you actually believe this potion will work?”


    Niki’s gaze met Dane’s. He understood the doubt that gued his son. If he hadn’t witnessed Mirabe’s healing prowess firsthand, if he hadn’t seen her restore James back to health, he probably would have shared his son’s skepticism. Given the delicate situation with the distinguished Owen, there was no room <b>for </b>error.


    After a brief silence, Niki spoke with a grave sincerity, “Dane, you haven’t seen what Mirabe can do. I trust her…”


    Dane, hearing the word “trust,” lost any desire to continue the conversation and cut him off. “Fine. If you think she’s capable, then we’ll go with her n. I won’t object. But if her actions dy Mr. Owen’s treatment, who will bear the consequences<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Mirabe’s lips tightened into a thin line as she faced Dane. Her voice was soft but firm. “I will.”


    Niki opened his mouth to speak, but Dane didn’t give him the chance. “Good.” He was curious to see how she would take responsibility. A hint of mockery colored Dane’s smile.


    Just 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. Mirabe has concocted. She ims it will cure Mr. Owen.” Johnny, caught off guard, nced at Dane before hesitantly epting 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?<b>” </b>Dane’s square–jawed face was a mask of scorn as he nced at Mirabe. His voice was barely above a whisper. “You’ll have to ask Ms. Mirabe about that. She’s the expert here.”


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    Johnny furrowed his brow, feeling a twinge <i>of </i>doubt about the prescription in his hands. He turned to Mirabe. “Ms. Mirabe, what exactly is ailing our Mr. Owen<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    As the question hung in the air, Owen, who had been reclining on the bed, snapped his phone shut and looked <b>at </b>Johnny. His voice was raspy. “Johnny, just get the medicine prepared as prescribed.”


    Dane’s gaze instinctively shifted to Owen. The disbelief was apparent in his eyes. He had expected someone as rational as Owen not <b>to </b>blindly trust the unfounded verdict of a young girl That was why he had made a point of voicing his concerns so openly.


    Although he had said out loud that the Reeves family world not be held responsible, if something was to go wrong, how could they possibly avoid all me?


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