Grady''s mind was racing as he hesitated for a moment, ncing in the rearview mirror. "Do you still have that medicine?" he asked.


    When he''d asked about the medication earlier, he''d been told it was incredibly hard to make, especially the formtion. Only a master pharmacist with decades of experience could produce something like that.


    Mirabe tapped her fingers lightly on her knee. "Why don''t you fill me in on Chester''s current health condition?"


    Grady recounted what the doctor had said during thest check-up. "...that''s pretty much it."


    "Sounds like the heart issue is quite serious," Mirabe mused.


    Grady was taken aback; he''d only mentioned someplications, yet she''d zeroed in on the heart issue immediately. This girl knew her stuff.


    Barely able to contain his excitement, Grady blurted out, "You know, Chester took a bullet to the chest when he was younger..."


    Mirabe''s expression shifted slightly. This Chester character definitely had a past.


    After Grady finished his tale, Mirabe summed it up, "So, they didn''t get all the bullet fragments out during the first surgery, right?"


    This time, not just Grady reacted; even As, the driver, nearly mmed on the brakes in shock. ncing in the rearview mirror, he finally realized the youngdy in the backseat was no ordinary girl.


    "Exactly. That''s why he had to go through a second surgery. Heart surgeries are incredibly risky, and Chester almost didn''t make it off the operating table," Grady recalled, his demeanor darkening with the memory.


    Mirabe nodded, unfazed by Grady''s intense aura. "Secondary surgeries often lead to infections and otherplications. It''s almost inevitable."


    Snapping back to reality, Grady realized he''d let his emotions show. He cleared his throat, trying to regain hisposure.


    After a few seconds of thought, Mirabe spoke again. "I''ll make another batch of the medicine when I get back. But remember, medication can only manage the condition, not cure it entirely."


    Grady, misinterpreting her, asked, "Are you saying these issues can bepletely cured?"


    Mirabe, calm as ever, replied, "It''s not a big deal."


    Just a few acupuncture sessions would do the trick.


    Grady was bewildered. Conventional medicine had said it could only be managed with drugs, yet here she was, iming it wasn''t a big issue. If he hadn''t seen the effectiveness of the medicine she''d given before, he wouldn''t have believed her.


    The car fell silent. Mirabe turned her gaze to the window.


    Just then, her phone rang. It was Shawn.


    She answered without mentioning she was in Grady''s car. "Yeah, I''ll be home soon."


    Grady heard the conversation but kept quiet, his thoughts distant. It seemed like a good time to have a chat with Zach and thedy of the house.


    Ten minutester, the car stopped at the entrance of the residential area.


    Mirabe didn''t ask As to drive in. She waved at the two men and walked into the neighborhood with a light step.


    Once her figure disappeared, Grady told As to drive off.


    After a few minutes of silence, As straightened up and broke it. "Seems like the miss has her share of secrets."


    Don''t miss the update tonight at 9 PM sharp!