<b>Chapter </b><b>565 </b>


    When Owen didn’t reach out to take the porcin bottle, Asher set the bottle down on the table and said, “This is a potion that my brother specifically concocted for you before he left.”


    Initially, Asher hadn’t nned to hand over the medicine in front of Mirabe, but Owen’s attitude toward her stirred something ufortable within him.


    Owen was their patient, a part of the Reeves family legacy, and Dane himself painstakingly crafted the subsequent medicines. Even though the diagnosis was Mirabe’s doing and she had written the prescription, she had only taken his pulse and scribbled a recipe. Besides, she had collected her consultation fee and hadn’t followed up, so there was no reason their patient should remember only her kindness. Why was no one considering the Reeves family’s contribution?


    The credit couldn’t all go to her. After all, Dane was on the verge of bing a senior alchemist, and the quality of his potions would naturally rise along with his status, making them quite valuable, to say the least.


    Listening to Asher<b>, </b>Owen’s frown deepened. Mirabe had treated his ailment, and now Asher was putting on this act… It all seemed a bit too calcted.


    Owen nced at Niki, who had a good rtionship with Ms. Mirabe, didn’t he? What was Asher implying about his own father with this gesture?


    Owen politely declined, “No need, I have the medicine prescribed by Ms. Mirabe.”


    Asher’s face registered disbelief, apparently not expecting Owen to refuse the potion prepared by Dane. After a brief pause, he regained hisposure and insisted, “Mr. Owen, this is something Dane specially…”


    Before he could finish, Niki stood up, his expression dark and stern as he confronted Asher, “Enough, Asher! What are you ying at?”


    Niki trembled with anger, his eyes brimming with disappointment. He had arranged this lunch not just to consider the future prospects of the Reeves family but, more importantly, to mend fences with


    Mirabe.


    His son’s repeated disdain for Mirabe wasn’t lost on him, and he had hoped that after herst intervention, at the very least, Asher would realize the narrowness of his own perspective. But now, not only had Asher failed to see the problem, but Dane’s return had also sparked a rivalry with Mirabe.


    Mirabe had cured Owen’s illness, and here his son was, offering medicine out of the blue. Niki nced at Mirabe, feeling that the evening’s atmosphere, which had finally started to rx, was nowpletely ruined by his own hand. Already prone to hypertension, his head buzzed with tension. He took a deep breath to quell the rising storm within, and he said sternly, “Put that away and stop making a spectacle of yourself.”


    Asher knew Niki was truly angered. Although he wanted to say more, his father’s gaze silenced him. He reached to take back the bottle, only to grasp at air.


    Mirabe had already picked it up, and Asher frowned at this.


    Mirabe examined the bottle, uncapped it, and took a whiff of the contents. She quickly reced the cap, and although her face remained expressionless, a deep chill was evident in her eyes. Indeed, it was a potion crafted from the second prescription she had written.