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

If Robert hadn't come across the student's mechanics proof equation today, he might've just brushed it off. But now that he had seen it, there was no way he could stay calm.

Holding a sealed envelope, Robert looked frustrated. "Lack of experience isn't a problem. You build it up over time."

Mirabella didn't engage, just picked up her backpack and nodded. "Professor, I'll be heading out now."

Robert watched her hurriedly leave and sighed deeply. How could a research project that other students would die for seem like something she couldn't escape fast enough?

He silently picked up the equation paper again, feeling a growing sense of unease. This kid was only eighteen or nineteen. With the right mentorship, she could become the most brilliant student the faculty had seen in years. No wonder Dr. Elliot was considering taking on a protégé. If he were in Elliot's shoes, he'd do the same.

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At four in the afternoon, after her last class, Mirabella packed her things and left the classroom. Johnny was already waiting by the school gate. "Ms. Mirabella."

Mirabella nodded and quickly got into the car.

Given Owen's unique line of work, his mentor was no ordinary person. The place Johnny took Mirabella to wasn't a private residence but a quaint, aromatic little coffee house.

The coffee house wasn't crowded. Following Johnny, Mirabella headed upstairs. In a private room, Owen was chatting with a man who looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties, most likely his mentor.

When Owen saw Mirabella and Johnny enter, he set down his coffee cup and stood up, nodding politely to Mirabella.

Turning to his mentor, he introduced, "Professor, this is Ms. Mirabella, the incredible healer I mentioned."

Frank stood up, his eyes showing clear surprise. He'd heard his student say she was young, but he hadn't expected her to be this young.

"Despite her age, Ms. Mirabella's medical skills are outstanding," Owen added, clearing his throat.

Frank snapped out of his thoughts. At his age, he'd met countless people and wasn't about to doubt her abilities just because she was young, especially with such a strong recommendation from his student.noveldrama

Frank nodded politely, "Hello."

Mirabella nodded back, "Hello."

Owen invited Mirabella to sit down and then leisurely brewed a fresh pot of coffee, pouring her a cup.

A scented diffuser on the table filled the room with a gentle aroma, and soft music added a relaxed vibe.

Mirabella lightly tapped the table, took a sip of her coffee, and looked at Frank. "I'll start by taking your pulse."

Frank had long given up hope for his condition. He was here because he didn't want to let his student down.

As he extended his hand across the table for Mirabella to take his pulse, he smiled. "My condition is what it is, young lady. Don't stress yourself too much."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow but didn't respond. Her fingers touched Frank's wrist, and after a few seconds, her expression changed slightly.

Owen, watching her closely, noticed this and unconsciously clenched his fists, though he didn't immediately ask about her findings.

Half a minute later, Mirabella withdrew her hand and looked at Frank. "You must have been exposed to a rather severe infectious virus before, right?"