Chapter 147
Nikolai shook his head. “This aroma therapy will help, but for stabilization purposes only. It will ensure that the body’s functions remain steady. To fully bounce back to good health, we’re talking about a definitive cure.”
Hearing this. Wyatt felt a tinge of disappointment, but he also realized how fortunate he was to have this remedy.
“James‘ box of incense should last a good six months. I’ll do my darndest to see if I can whip up a permanent fix during this time,” Nikolai added after a pause.
“Thank you,” James stood up, nodding respectfully to Nikolai before adding, “We’d best not overstay our welcome, so we’ll be on our way.”
Before long. James and Wyatt had left Nature’s Apothecary. As they settled into the car. Wyatt couldn’t help but feel his spirits soaring. “Where on Earth did Ms. Mirabella find this incense? It’s a godsend!” Wyatt exclaimed.
He knew the incense came from Mirabella, but he instinctively doubted she made it herself. After all, even Nikolai had said it would take decades of experience to craft such a blend.
Mirabella was just a kid, really. The idea that someone her age could concoct such a thing was just inconceivable. Even Devon, hailed as a prodigy in the Pharmacist’s Guild, only made a name for himself well into his thirties.
In the back seat, James‘ gaze lingered on the box of incense, reminiscing about the last time Mirabella recommended that quirky little online shop. His eyes softened, and after a moment. he joined in Wyatt’s pondering, “Maybe it’s a friend of hers.”
Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror and mused. “Anyone with friends like that has got to be something special themselves.” No wonder his boss had taken such an interest in Mirabella – the man always had an eye for the exceptional.
With a half–smile, James lifted his gaze to Wyatt and teased, “Still think we got the short end of
the stick?”
Wyatt’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he recalled his previous grumblings. Glancing back at the box of calming incense, he felt quite embarrassed.
Right, what made him think his boss‘ coffee beans could ever match the value of this box of incense? The coffee paled in comparison to the box that housed real Incense of Calm.
You couldn’t call such a box ordinary, could you?!
So, with a dead–serious expression, Wyatt suggested, “James, don’t you have a vintage batch of Jamaica Blue Mountain? Maybe we should send that over to Ms. Mirabella?”
James just sighed.
Chapter 147
Meanwhile, Mirabella had just gotten home and immediately handed James‘ coffee beans to Shawn.
Holding the box, Shawn glanced at the packaging, and his eyes widened, “Honey, where’d you get this?” This kind of coffee beans was not usually too pricey, but its value had driven up this year because of the scant harvest. Shawn was disappointed for missing out on this season’s batch.
“A friend gave it to me,” Mirabella replied casually.
Shawn lifted the lid and inhaled the scent – it was indeed the coffee he’d been craving. He was so moved he nearly teared up, thus missing her response, “Ah, my girl. You’re the best. Your know exactly what I love and went out of your way to get it for me. You’re such a sweetheart.”
“That’s why daughters are the best – cuter than sons and way more thoughtful!” Shawn declared with a huff.
Just then, Zach, who’d just walked downstairs and caught that last bit, was baffled. Had his standing in the family really plummeted that fast?
