Mirabe listened with a wry smile, giving Cassie a knowing side-eye. It was like she was silently saying, "Really? Even trying to pull a fast one on the old guy now?"


    Cassie was at his wit''s end. "Seriously?!" He''d already exined to the old man over and over that he didn''t have a clue about medicine, but the old guy just wouldn''t buy it. What more could he do? David, oblivious to Cassie''s frustration, turned his attention to Mirabe. "Speaking of which, Mirabe, what kind of drug hit you? Why were you out cold for so long? Your pulse seemed perfectly normal when I checked earlier."


    David had been racking his brain all morning, even calling his apprentice to dig through all the medical books at the association, but came up empty-handed.


    "It was a special sedative," Mirabe replied, her eyes as chilly as ice. "Just a tiny bit can knock someone out."


    Santos was always careful with his concoctions. When she stepped into the mansion to save her friend, the faint scent in the air was just a ruse, harmless to anyone who caught a whiff. It was meant to trick her into thinking she was immune to his drugs, lulling her into a false sense of security.


    The real deal cameter when she was off guard, and he dusted the powder on her. The mix of powder and the decoy scent absorbed into her system, ying right into Santos''s hands.


    But Mirabe''s eyes briefly flickered with a cold smile. No matter how clever Santos thought he was with his drugs, she could handle it.


    "Was it custom-made just for you?" David asked, almost instinctively jumping to that conclusion. After all, Mirabe had connections with the famous Hart family, and there were plenty who would have a bone to pick with them.


    Mirabe pulled herself together, her expression cool and collected. "Maybe."


    David''s face turned more serious. "Who''s out to get you?"


    James didn''t look directly at Mirabe, but he was all ears, waiting for her answer. Mirabe just shrugged it off with a casual grin. "Probably just some folks with too much time on their hands."


    David had a hunch that Mirabe knew more than she was letting on, but maybe she was trying to keep him out of it for his own good. Just as he was about to press her, Mirabe smoothly changed the subject. "Hey, while we''re here, let


    mé check your pulse again."


    David let out a gentle sigh and held out his hand. "I''ve been sticking to your herbal


    n, and I''ve been feeling pretty good these past six months."


    Mirabe ced her fingers on David''s wrist, and after a moment, nced at Cassie before pulling back. "I''ll do some acupuncture on youter."


    David nodded without giving it much thought.


    Cassie, catching a warning look from Mirabe, was left scratching his head. "What now?"


    What did he do wrong this time? After Mirabe finished with David''s acupuncture, Cassie quietly pulled her aside. "Sis, what was that all about?"


    Mirabe grabbed his ear with a firm tug. "All those years in med school, and it''s like you learned nothing?"


    "Ow, ow! That hurts!" Cassie''s face twisted as he slipped away, covering his ear. "What''s your deal? Aren''t you supposed to talk, not hit?"


    Mirabe snorted, unfazed. "I''m no gentleman."


    "What did do to tick you off?" Cassie felt like his poor heart


    couldn''t take much more. "Sis, t


    forget, you woke up so fast this time thanks to me!"