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

Upon hearing the news, David's concern was palpable. "Is it serious? What symptoms are we talking about here? I know a bit about medicine and might be able to find something from the association that could help you in a pinch."

Paul appreciated the offer but waved it off gently. "It's a chronic condition in my family, not something that can be cured easily."

David recalled Paul mentioning his home was in a small, remote village in the south, where medical facilities might not be top-notch. He suggested, "Maybe next time you could bring them to a big city for a thorough check-up. There might still be a chance for treatment."

Paul knew David meant well, but he shook his head, sighing softly, "It won't help."

At that moment, David remembered Mirabella was about to show up. He added, "I know an amazing doctor. She's incredibly skilled. I'll introduce her to you when she arrives."

Paul glanced at his phone, noticing it was nearly five. "Maybe another time, I have to get going," he said to David.

With a flight at seven, Paul needed to swing by the hotel to grab his luggage. Any delay, and he'd miss it.

"Alright then, we can catch up when you're back," David replied without pushing further.

With a nod, Paul stood up. David asked his assistant to see Paul out, and without any fuss, Paul left with Grant.

Meanwhile, Mirabella stepped out of school and into a sleek black sedan parked at the curb.

"All done with exams?" James asked, starting the engine.

"Not yet, a few more to go, probably another two days," Mirabella shrugged as she zoomed in on the location David sent her on her phone. "But first, let's make a stop here before heading home."

James glanced at her phone, a bit surprised. "The Pharmaceutics Association?" "Yep," Mirabella confirmed.noveldrama

"What do you need there?" James returned her phone, curious.

Leaning back casually, Mirabella replied, "Just sorting out a little issue."

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Mirabella chuckled, pulling out her phone again to open Messenger. She found Sophia in her contacts and sent her a quick message.

Sophia, still at work, checked her phone and quickly replied, "How did you figure that out? I did pass the medicine to a friend at the association."

Mirabella, idly tracing her phone's edge, responded, "Not a guess. Seems like your friend got into a bit of trouble with my medicine."

Sophia paused, her mind racing. Today was the association's evaluation day, and it was likely Conrad used that medicine to cut corners. But this trouble... An unbelievable idea formed in her mind.

"Wait, are you also part of the Pharmaceutics Association?" Sophia typed back quickly.

Seeing the word 'also,' Mirabella's eyebrows arched with a hint of a smile, and she confirmed with a simple yes.

Scratching her head, Sophia recalled sending Mirabella some pharmaceutical tools last year, with the address being out-of-town. How had she suddenly become a member? And she had never seen a pharmacist in their twenties in the association.

While Sophia was lost in thought, another message from Mirabella popped up, "Your friend used my medicine for the evaluation, and it's been discovered."

Sophia read it and smirked, "There's no such thing as a shortcut. Getting caught serves him right."