The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1289

After waiting a minute or two, Wyatt came striding over, a square box in hand. He handed it straight to James. “I’ll get in touch with the folks bringing the meds soon.”

James nodded, glancing sideways at the car door. “Keep me posted on any updates.”

“Sure thing,” Wyatt replied, all respectful.

James waved him off and circled around to the driver's side, popping the door open and slipping inside.

There was still a lot to sort out after the auction, so Wyatt dashed back to handle it all.

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Once settled in the car, James passed the box to Mirabella.

Mirabella eyed the box, her gaze flickering. After a moment’s hesitation, she took it. “What’s in here?”

“Medicine,” James said, clicking his seatbelt into place. He turned to her with a knowing look. “I figured you might need it.”

Mirabella met his eyes, which seemed to see right through her. She stayed silent, shifting her focus to the box, her lips pressing into a thin line. This medicine was not something outsiders should get their hands on.

She quickly opened the box, revealing a porcelain bottle with a unique mark on the bottom. Her fingertips brushed the bottle before she removed the stopper.

A gentle whiff of medicinal aroma drifted out.

“This stuff, if given to someone on death’s door, works wonders, keeping them going for three days. For those critically ill, it buys them a bit more time,” Mirabella explained, her voice soft.

James was clearly taken aback. “It's that potent?”

Mirabella smiled, capping the bottle again with a soft sigh. “It sure is.”

For someone gravely injured, vitality is like a second chance at life. Calling it miraculous isn't far off.

And for those who are critically ill, the extra time can mean the world, especially for the wealthy. Even an extra hour can make a big difference in divvying up assets and influence.