Julie thought for a moment and replied, "Thedy''s daughter? She''s definitely not going toe to the hospital on her own for a matching test."


    Kitty, considering Yara''s connections with the Pharmacists'' Guild, said, "Alright, keep an eye on the eldest sister''s daughter for now. I''ll sort out the restter."


    With that, she pushed open the door to the hospital room.


    Julie saw Austin inside. Although he didn''t fully understand why Kitty suddenly wasn''t in a rush, he didn''t press for details and simply said, "Got it."


    Austin, still buzzing with excitement about meeting an alchemist from the Pharmacists'' Guild, barely noticed Julie, even forgetting to ask about the eldest sister''s daughter.


    Kitty noticed but chose not to bring it up. No point in discussing it now; they could wait until the daughter''s teacher''s friend assessed the situation tomorrow.


    **


    Meanwhile, Mirabe followed Grady to a restaurant for dinner. This ce was a part of the Davis family''s culinary empire.


    Their private room was ready, and as soon as they sat down, the kitchen staff brought out their meal.


    "Graduation gift," Grady said after the staff left, pulling a sleek ck box from his pocket and cing it in front of Mirabe.


    Mirabe had just picked up her fork when she noticed the box. She paused, set her fork down, and opened it. Inside was a car key with a phantom logo.


    Mirabe quietly stared at the logo for a moment, then closed the box and handed it back. "Grady, I can''t ept this."


    She sighed inwardly. A phantom supercar, only six in the world, worth a fortune. Yet another person richer than her.


    Grady, seeing the gift rejected, looked ufortable. "What''s wrong? Don''t you like it? Don''t you like cars?"


    He had consulted his team for ideas and, after much deliberation, decided on giving her one of his prized cars.


    Mirabe rubbed her forehead, feeling overwhelmed. "It''s... too much."


    Grady quickly exined, "The car''s not that expensive. The manufacturer stopped making them, so they sold it to me at a low price."


    Mirabe''s lips twitched. Limited edition, low price-got it.


    "Thanks, Grady, but I really can''t ept it. She worried that seeing the car every day would just remind


    her of her financial strugov


    Grady, realizing he couldn''t give away the car, looked visibly disappointed. Thedy didn''t like his gift. His team couldn''t evene up with something she''d appreciate.


    Mirabe, unaware of his thoughts, quietly picked up her fork and started eating. She hadn''t taken many bites when her phone buzzed.


    Seeing it was Nick calling, she answered, "...Hey? You''re "...Hey? You''reing over?" She looked up at looked up at Grady


    "Grady, Nick says he''s poet


    over."


    Grady, still feeling down, just hummed absently.


    Mirabe spoke a few more words into the phone, then hung up and sent her location to Nick via Messenger.