Chapter 302
It was Wyatt on the phone.
Mirabella slung her bag over her shoulder as she answered the call.
“Ms. Mirabella, I’ve got all the herbs you asked for.” Wyatt said with a respectful tone.
“That was quick,” Mirabella responded, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” Wyatt paused before adding with a bit of a sheepish tone, “I’m actually right outside the entrance of Parkside High School. Are you free?”
“Sure, give me a few minutes. I’ll be right out,” Mirabella replied briskly.
Wyatt was clearly delighted, thanking her several times before ending the call.
Curtis was supposed to be shadowing James, but, for some reason, he’d ended up at Parkside High School with Wyatt. Sitting in the passenger seat, Curtis was mulling over the information he’d gathered about Mirabella in the last couple of days.
She was just as Wyatt had described – a girl who’d grown up in a small town after a mix–up at birth, nothing more. But when he tried to dig deeper, like where she’d learned her medical skills, he hit a wall. It was as if her abilities were innate.
This Mirabella was indeed a conundrum.
As for Mirabella, she had just stepped out of the school building when she ran into Summer again. The phrase “small world” flashed through Mirabella’s mind upon seeing her.
“Who are you, really?” Summer asked, her gaze piercing as she confronted Mirabella with her first question.
Mirabella squinted, nonplussed. “What?”
“If you were the real Mirabella, you wouldn’t have such good grades, and you wouldn’t be at Parkside High School,” Summer probed, trying to find out if Mirabella, like her, was reborn.
But after Summer spoke, Mirabella didn’t react at all. There was no panic, not even a flicker of guilt. It wasn’t the reaction Summer had anticipated, and her brow furrowed. “Why so silent? Can’t admit it?” Summer pressed.
“Get lost,” Mirabella retorted, clearly annoyed, and she didn’t give Summer another moment, walking away without looking back.
Summer watched Mirabella’s retreating figure with a cold gaze, ultimately deciding not to follow and press further.
In the car.
“Ms. Mirabella, those herbs…” Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror while driving.
11:00
Chapter 302
Mirabella, phone in hand, was busy texting Nikolai. She heard Wyatt and didn’t even look up. “We need to head to Nikolai’s home.”
“Got it.” Wyatt said, knowing Nikolai’s address and quickly making a U–turn.
Nikolai was asking what tools Mirabella needed, sending her a bunch of pictures to choose
from.
Mirabella reviewed the images, finding the equipment quite comprehensive, though she was still picky. But considering it wasn’t her clan’s sophisticated alchemy lab, she settled for a few that would suffice.
Nikolai texted: [Can I assist you while you prepare the medicine?)
The message seemed almost pitifully eager. Nikolai had been anxiously awaiting Mirabella’s arrival. He needed to watch her concoct medicine, especially after he had witnessed the effects of the medicine James had taken. His excitement was so palpable that his family almost thought he’d lost his mind.
Mirabella texted back a simple [yes.]
Upon receiving her affirmative response, Nikolai’s face lit up like a blooming flower, and he hurriedly arranged for the preparation of the equipment Mirabella had requested.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Nikolai’s residence.
Wyatt had loaded the herbs into a wooden box in the car before he’d picked up Mirabella from Parkside High School. He stepped out of the car carrying the box, and followed Mirabella into the Reeves family estate with Curtis in tow.
