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

Frank's eyes finally sharpened as Mirabella got straight to the point. After a brief pause, he responded, "I caught a nasty cold last year, went to the hospital, and the doctor said it was a viral infection."

"Last year? Frank, why didn't you tell me?" Owen asked, surprised.

Frank just smiled, shaking his head dismissively. "It was just a common cold."

"That's the problem with minor colds; they often get ignored," Owen replied, then turned to Mirabella. "Ms. Mirabella, about my teacher's condition..."

"It's a viral infection that's turned into myocarditis. The virus has been attacking his heart for a while, and now it's in the late stages. From a medical standpoint, it's practically incurable," Mirabella explained calmly.noveldrama

The moment she saw Frank, she noticed his pale gray complexion, a sign of not just illness but toxins in his system. She had seen similar cases before.

Owen's hands went limp, hitting the coffee table, his face going pale. It was similar to what the hospital had concluded, though they hadn't identified a viral

cause.

"People age, get sick, and die. Heart diseases are notoriously tough for medicine to tackle. At my age, I've made peace with it," Frank said, a serene acceptance on his face.

Owen shook his head. He knew people only accept such fates when they see no hope, much like he did last year.

Suppressing the lump in his throat, Owen thought of Mirabella's medical expertise. "Is there really no way to help my teacher?" he asked, looking at her.

Mirabella rested her hand on the armrest, deep in thought. After a moment, she looked up. "There is."

Owen's eyes widened. "Really?"

Mirabella nodded. "Yes."

Frank was stunned. He looked at Mirabella, not doubting her skills, but the virus in his body had been deemed untreatable. Even the head of the Pharmacists' Guild couldn't find a cure.

Frank opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he saw the hope in Owen's eyes, choosing to stay silent.

"I'll need a sample of Mr. Lee's blood for testing," Mirabella said, turning to Frank. "No problem," Owen quickly said, knowing Mirabella's expertise in biology.

"And I'll need some specific ingredients," Mirabella added.

"Okay," Owen nodded.

Mirabella took a pen and paper from her bag and quickly wrote a list of ingredients. Handing it to Owen, she said, "Some of these are rare and may be

hard to find, but the Pharmacists' Guild should have them."

She remembered Adler mentioning that the Pharmacists' Guild never lacked ingredients. For someone like Owen's teacher, getting what was needed shouldn't

be difficult, especially with Owen's connections to the Reeves family.

Owen carefully stored the list. "I'll get these ingredients as soon as possible." "Alright," Mirabella replied softly.

Just then, Owen's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was the station. Standing up, he said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call," and stepped outside.