After wrapping up her diagnosis, she handed the paper to Aimee and said, "You''ve got endometriosis, amon condition in women. This herbal mix should help. Drink it as tea for about two weeks, and you should start to feel better."


    Aimee held the paper but didn''t look at the prescription right away. She was more amazed. "Wow, that''s exactly what the doctor at the clinic said. They gave me a bunch of pills, but none worked."


    The fact that this young woman could diagnose her just by taking her pulse was almost unbelievable.


    Mirabe sipped her coffee and reassured her, "No worries. Just follow this herbal tea recipe and give it some time. You''ll be fine."


    Aimee nodded and finally nced at the paper, recognizing most of the herbs listed. She folded it neatly and tucked it into her pocket.


    Shortly after, Vincent and Knox walked in, carrying dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas.


    Vincent had a real talent for cooking. Since thest meal he prepared, his skills had clearly advanced from apprentice to master chef.


    Mirabe didn''t hold back on herpliments.


    Jamie, who was eavesdropping from outside the room, scoffed and walked away, unable to listen any longer.


    In front of Knox, the young woman had gone from showing off her medical knowledge to showering praises, all to ingratiate herself with the Mendoza family —a fact that seemed to go unnoticed by Knox and his family.


    When new customers walked in, Jamie, noticing the staff were busy, stepped up to greet them himself.


    The neers were two young women, both wearing sunsses and masks as if they wanted to hide their identities.


    Jamie was puzzled but politely asked, "Would you like a private booth or the main dining area?"


    The visitors were none other than Michelle and Heather.


    "We''re not here to eat; we''re looking for someone," said Michelle, removing her sunsses.


    Jamie''s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he kept a courteous tone. "Who are you looking for?"


    "A young student who came in about twenty minutes ago,st name Huo," Michelle replied.


    Huo, a student Jamie didn''t need to guess who they meant.


    After a brief pause, he said, "Ms. Mirabe is a guest of Knox. If you need to see her, maybe try calling her first."


    Michelle bit her lip. If she had Mirabe''s number, she wouldn''t have had to follow her here. "We''re her friends, and it''s urgent. Could you please take us to her?"


    Jamie hesitated but eventually nodded, "Alright, follow me."


    At the room''s entrance, Jamie asked them to wait outside for a moment. He stepped in, drawing the beaded curtain aside, and announced to Mirabe, "Ms. Mirabe, you have visitors."


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow and nced toward the doorway. Through the gently swaying beads, she could clearly see the two figures standing there.


    After a brief look, she turned away indifferently and said, "Don''t know them."


    Knox noticed this exchange and frowned, looking at Jamie disapprovingly. "Can''t you see we''re in the middle of a meal?"


    Jamie, sensing Knox''s displeasure, felt somewhat embarrassed but exined in a low voice, "They insisted it was urgent, which is why I came to check."


    He hadn''t expected Mirabe to outright deny knowing them.


    But if they really were strangers, how did they know to look for her here?


    Jamie couldn''t help but cast a skeptical look at Mirabe, his expression turning thoughtful.