Chapter 565
When Owen didn’t reach out to take the porcelain bottle, Asher set the bottle down on the table and said, “This is a potion that my brother specifically concocted for you before he left.”
Initially, Asher hadn’t planned to hand over the medicine in front of Mirabella, but Owen’s attitude toward her stirred something uncomfortable within him.
Owen was their patient, a part of the Reeves family legacy, and Dane himself painstakingly crafted the subsequent medicines. Even though the diagnosis was Mirabella’s doing and she had written the prescription, she had only taken his pulse and scribbled a recipe. Besides, she had collected her consultation fee and hadn’t followed up, so there was no reason their patient should remember only her kindness. Why was no one considering the Reeves family’s contribution?
The credit couldn’t all go to her. After all, Dane was on the verge of becoming a senior alchemist, and the quality of his potions would naturally rise along with his status, making them quite valuable, to say the least.
Listening to Asher, Owen’s frown deepened. Mirabella had treated his ailment, and now Asher was putting on this act… It all seemed a bit too calculated.
Owen glanced at Nikolai, who had a good relationship with Ms. Mirabella, didn’t he? What was Asher implying about his own father with this gesture?
Owen politely declined, “No need, I have the medicine prescribed by Ms. Mirabella.”
Asher’s face registered disbelief, apparently not expecting Owen to refuse the potion prepared by Dane. After a brief pause, he regained his composure and insisted, “Mr. Owen, this is something Dane specially…”
Before he could finish, Nikolai stood up, his expression dark and stern as he confronted Asher, “Enough, Asher! What are you playing at?”
Nikolai trembled with anger, his eyes brimming with disappointment. He had arranged this lunch not just to consider the future prospects of the Reeves family but, more importantly, to mend fences with
Mirabella.
His son’s repeated disdain for Mirabella wasn’t lost on him, and he had hoped that after her last intervention, at the very least, Asher would realize the narrowness of his own perspective. But now, not only had Asher failed to see the problem, but Dane’s return had also sparked a rivalry with Mirabella.
Mirabella had cured Owen’s illness, and here his son was, offering medicine out of the blue. Nikolai glanced at Mirabella, feeling that the evening’s atmosphere, which had finally started to relax, was now completely ruined by his own hand. Already prone to hypertension, his head buzzed with tension. He took a deep breath to quell the rising storm within, and he said sternly, “Put that away and stop making a spectacle of yourself.”
Asher knew Nikolai was truly angered. Although he wanted to say more, his father’s gaze silenced him. He reached to take back the bottle, only to grasp at air.
Mirabella had already picked it up, and Asher frowned at this.
Mirabella examined the bottle, uncapped it, and took a whiff of the contents. She quickly replaced the cap, and although her face remained expressionless, a deep chill was evident in her eyes. Indeed, it was a potion crafted from the second prescription she had written.
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