The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1168

David stroked his beard thoughtfully, sitting up a bit straighter as he spoke in a low, mysterious tone, "Hey Paul, ever heard of the Massolio family?"

Paul suddenly coughed, "Cough, cough..."

Thinking Paul might have a sore throat, David quickly dug into his pocket, pulled out a tin, and handed him a lozenge.

Paul gave him a quick look, then took it.

Once Paul started sucking on the lozenge and stopped coughing, David continued, "They say the Massolio family has roots going back to some legendary healer, with skills so impressive they can pull someone back from the brink of death. Quite the tale, huh?"

Paul crushed the lozenge between his teeth, inwardly rolling his eyes at the exaggeration. "Too much folklore," he thought.

"But, you know, there are loads of versions of this story, and no one really knows if any of it’s true or if the family even exists," David added slowly.

Paul's gaze drifted, and he skeptically remarked, "Rumors are just that, rumors."

David just smiled and shook his head, "Exaggerations or not, I think there's something to it."

He'd always had a hunch that the person who taught him about ancient herbal remedies might be linked to this family.

Paul didn’t press him for more, just nodding, "Maybe."

David shifted his focus, admiring the orchids in front of him, satisfaction clear on his face, "These orchid seedlings are thriving because of you, sir. We would’ve lost them otherwise."

Something about Paul made David see him as a wise figure, quite different from the usual herbalists who knew little of the outside world.

Paul waved it off, "No need for the formalities, President. Just stick to my methods, and you should be fine."