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The incense was crucial. It was the very thing that was holding off James’ injuries from worsening, and Mirabella
had snuffed it out without a second thought.
Curtis’ eyes blazed with fury, his already intimidating visage now terrifying in his anger. He strode over, snatched
the half-burned incense stick from Mirabella’s grasp, and fished out a lighter, on the verge of reigniting it.
Mirabella was unshaken by his fearsappearance, smirking ever so slightly. “If you want him dead sooner, by
all means, light it up again.” Her voice was soft, almost airy, but carried an undercurrent of sharpness that you
couldn't quite put your finger on.
Curtis’ hand paused. He knew he shouldn't let the uninformed words of Mirabella sway him, but his finger
lingered on the lighter, unable to press down.
Nikolai overheard the exchange, instinctively glanced at Mirabella, and inquired, “Why can’t we light the
incense?”
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Mirabella took a seat beside James, simply stating, “Your hand.”
James turned, noting that although Mirabella’s expression was as usual, the intensity he saw in her eyes was
something he had never witnessed before, a maturity that didn’t match her
years.
He extended his hand. Her fingertips rested lightly on his wrist, and as she took his pulse, a veil of solemnity
descended over her delicate features. Moments later, she withdrew her hand.
Her gaze fell on James’ previously injured leg, then she leaned over, lifting his pant leg for a quick inspection
before letting it fall back into place.
“Paper. Pen,” Mirabella commanded succinctly.
Wyatt, hearing her request, reflexively searched for the items. He returned shortly, handing them to Mirabella
with a reverence greater than before. He no longer pondered the origins of her knowledge in scent-crafting or
her physician friend. From the pulse-taking action, it was clear she had smedical expertise.
Mirabella quickly drafted a list of ingredients on the paper. Once finished, she handed it to Wyatt, “I need these
herbs.”
Pausing, she added, “However, sof them might be hard to find.
Holding the prescription, Wyatt was resolute, “No matter how hard, I'll find them.” At that moment, he had put
all his hopes on Mirabella.
After a thought, she noted, “Well, there's no rush. Just have them ready within three days.”
Wyatt, hearing her nonchalance, stole a worried glance at James. His condition seemed anything but non-urgent.
Though perplexed, Wyatt dared not question further. “I'll start preparing now,” he said.
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As he moved to leave, Curtis grabbed his arm, halting him. Wyatt looked at him, confused by his
intentions.
Curtis glanced at Mirabella, then at the list of herbs in Wyatt's hand. His gaze settled on Wyatt's face, his voice
deep and serious. “James condition is no joke.”
Ms. Mirabella appeared capable of medicine, quickly took a pulse, and drafted a prescription. but when even
Nikolai was reluctant to administer treatment easily, how could her casual demeanor inspire trust in her healing
abilities?
Could Wyatt really believe that a girl barely out of her teens possessed remarkable medical skills? Skills that
could surpass those of Nikolai, heir to a century-old legacy of alternative medicine, hailed as a national healer?
Wyatt met Curtis’ gaze, fully understanding his concerns, yet he breathed deeply and firmly stated, “I trust Ms.
Mirabella.”
Curtis frowned. “You...”
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