Chapter 195
“I…” Leo began, the words almost tumbling out before he caught Mirabella’s all–knowing gaze, and suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to finish. After an awkward pause, he finally managed to say, “…forgot.”
Mirabella polished off the last slice of her apple, said nothing, and simply stood up.
Leo watched his sister abruptly walk away, and for some reason, a sense of dread washed over him, reminiscent of the feeling he got when he was caught by a teacher with unfinished homework as a kid.
“Weird,” he thought, “why would I even think that?”
Before long. Mirabella returned with a glass of water, her expression unreadable as she handed
it to Leo.
Sitting up straight, Leo almost robotically took the glass, his hands moving faster than his thoughts. Without needing any prompts, he fished out a bottle of pills from his pocket. “I’ll take them right now.” He didn’t even bother to ponder the possible side effects of the medication; he just popped a pill into his mouth without hesitation.
Watching him swallow the medicine, Mirabella’s stern expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm, “If you want to get better, you need to take the medicine I give you on time.”
Leo nodded subconsciously, his usual air of cool detachment and standoffishness dissolving in front of Mirabella as if their roles had been reversed – she the protective older sister, and he the obliging younger brother.
Leo was baffled. After a moment, he snapped back to reality and hesitantly began, “You know about my health problem…”
Mirabella’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she casually pulled it out while absentmindedly replying, “Mhm.”
At her nonchalant acknowledgment, Leo’s expression flickered with confusion. Aside from Zach and Nick, even Emmitt didn’t know about his condition. How could Mirabella be aware of it?
And surely… Zach and Nick wouldn’t have told her.
Mirabella ignored the surprise in Leo’s eyes and comfortably settled back on the couch to text. not saying another word.
Leo had so many questions, but seeing her engrossed in her messaging, he finally clamped his mouth shut and sat there, his mind elsewhere.
The message was from a recent contact on Messenger named “No Stealing My Meds.”
No Stealing My Meds: The Pharmacist’s Guild did have a compounder make a batch of Solace Stem recently, but I heard that it wasn’t sold. It’s still with the Guild.
Chapter 195
Mirabella crossed her legs on the couch, leaning back lazily. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she read the message. Her fingertips tapped swiftly as she typed a response.
The Pill: Are you sure?
No Stealing My Meds: Positive. The Guild has a lot of rare ingredients, so any high–level meds concocted there are cataloged and not allowed for private sale or removal.
Mirabella’s fingers traced the edge of her phone, pondering for a few seconds before replying.
The Pill: Do you know the name of the compounder who made the Solace Stem?
No Stealing My Meds: Not sure about that. I can ask around if you want.
Seeing this, Mirabella quickly replied.
The Pill: No need, it’s not important.
No Stealing My Meds: Ok. Hey, are you still compounding?
The Pill: No, no time.
No Stealing My Meds: Alright, let me know when you start again.
The Pill: I can’t for now. Senior year is hectic.
No Stealing My Meds: …
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