Hunter?


    She remembered the n leader''s name seemed to be Hunter when he was abroad.


    Could the person in this file Nick had be the n leader?


    Mirabe''s fingers lightly brushed the mouse, reading through the document. There wasn''t much detail, but the part about this person named ''Hunter'' disappearing from the medical school was quite intriguing.


    Regardless of whether this person was the n leader or not, it seemed clear that this was probably the main reason Nick had returned from overseas to attend medical school.


    Mirabe pondered for a moment, then restored the document to its original state and shut down theputer.


    She got up, left Nick''s room, went downstairs, and poured herself a ss of water.


    As she thought over the matter, Mirabe drank the water in one gulp, then took out her cell phone and opened Morgan''s Messenger to make a voice call.


    She was in luck today; the call connected shortly after.


    "Rea, what''s up?" Paul was in the garden, watering his collection of toxic nts.


    Leaningzily against the arm of the sofa without sitting down, Mirabe''s gaze drifted to the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window. "How''s the n leader doing?"


    Hearing her suddenly ask about the n leader, Paul''s movements paused, his expression puzzled. "She''s doing fine. What made you think of her all of a sudden?"


    "Oh, I just remembered her chronic illness. The medication you brought backst time, did it work?" Mirabe asked with an unchanged expression.


    Paul''s attention was caught by hertter question. "So, you knew I was at the Pharmacists'' Guild and deliberately leaked the news so I''d buy the medication, right?"


    Caught off-guard, Mirabe was speechless.


    But Paul continued, "Rea, can''t you change this habit of tricking people you know?"


    The mention of him buying medication was one thing, but the prices were outrageously high!


    Mirabe moved the phone away from her ear, holding it up high. "Hey, is the signal bad over there? I can hardly hear you."


    Paul: "?"


    Checking thework signal on his phone, which was full, he replied with a frustrated tone, "Alright, it''s not like I asked for a refund."


    Mirabe then brought the phone back to her ear. "Seems like the signal is better now."


    Paul: "..."


    After clearing her throat, Mirabe continued, "I remember the n


    content out a few years ago, and


    leader


    that''s when she got her illness, right?"


    Paul pondered for a second before replying, "No, you''re mistaken."


    His voice didn''t reveal much, and Mirabe couldn''t gauge the truthfulness of his words. "Is that so?"


    "Yes," Paul responded lightly,


    pausing before adding, "The


    Stevenson family''s fate has always


    been fraught with misfortune; no one ends well. The n leader was born bearing more burdens than anyone, her body already ravaged by illness early on."


    Mirabe''s expression turned somewhat solemn. After a moment, she spoke softly, "I don''t believe in fate."


    A dull pain throbbed in Paul''s chest as he looked up, replying, "Rea, take care of yourself."


    "Not just me..." Mirabe''s voice trailed off, her eyshes fluttering down, leaving her words unsaid.


    Paul could easily discern the


    unspoken sentiment, a bitter smile


    tugging at his lips before he swiftly


    changed the subject. "By the way, Cassie got out. He said he wanted to see you; not sure if he called you?"


    Mirabe''s cheeks twitched, suddenly recalling the two missed calls from the night before.