The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Mirabella took a quick look at the herbs, making sure everything was in order. She turned to Johnny and said, "I'll take these back and start preparing the medicine. Swing by the school tomorrow around this time to pick it up."

Johnny only knew Mirabella as a top-notch doctor and was surprised to learn she also made her own medicine. "Wait, Ms. Mirabella, you know how to prepare medicine too?"

Mirabella raised an eyebrow.

Realizing his question was a bit obvious, Johnny coughed and nodded, "Alright."

"So, if there's nothing else, I'll head out?" Ever since Johnny moved to Riverdale with Owen, his days were packed. He couldn't afford to give his political rivals any reason to gossip.

Mirabella glanced at the black sedan parked by the curb and waved her hand, "Sure."

"Okay." Johnny nodded and turned to leave, but then he stopped as if remembering something.

After a moment's thought, he turned back around, pointing at the box of herbs Mirabella was holding. "Oh, Ms. Mirabella, about the complete prescription you gave me, I haven't shared it with anyone else."noveldrama

Mirabella looked at Johnny, momentarily taken aback before she smiled, not too worried, "That's fine. Not everyone can understand my prescriptions anyway."

The art of traditional medicine preparation is complex. The dosage, the control of heat, and the order in which ingredients are added can all affect the medicine's effectiveness. Even with a complete recipe, success isn't guaranteed.

This is why modern-day pharmacists are rare, and those who understand traditional recipes are even rarer.

Feeling reassured by Mirabella's response, Johnny quickly left.

As Johnny's car drove away, Mirabella, still holding the box, walked leisurely to the curb and approached the black sedan. The passenger-side window rolled down slowly, revealing a handsome face with deep eyes that shimmered like clear, flowing water. Mirabella touched her nose before opening the passenger door and getting in.

The car started moving slowly.

"Did someone come looking for you?" James turned to glance at Mirabella and the box in her hands, his gaze sharpening slightly.

"Yeah." Mirabella nodded, unconcernedly kicking the box under the seat. "You might remember, Owen's secretary."

James raised an eyebrow, his voice growing softer, "What did he want with you?"

The window was still down, and Mirabella, with her arm lazily resting on the door frame, had a teasing smile on her face as she looked at James, responding, "A donation."

No wonder she was in such a good mood.

Realizing this, James felt a twinge of jealousy.

He couldn't even compete with that money?

Their mood was slightly dampened on the way back to the apartment complex. When they got out of the car, Mirabella gave James a curious look. Was he having mood swings?

Nick had been buried in his lab work lately, often not getting home until midnight, so Mirabella's dinners were usually scavenged.

Upon entering the house, Mirabella, as usual, changed her shoes and was about to settle in the living room to wait for food.

But today, James pushed her towards the kitchen instead, where fresh vegetables were laid out on the counter. He handed her a pair of gloves, "Your task for today."

Blinking in confusion, Mirabella looked down at the gloves in her hand, then back up at James, utterly shocked, "Me? Wash the veggies?"