When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 331

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Edgar noticed the deep furrow in her brow, and a bad feeling rose in his chest; the boy’s face tightened immediately. “What’s wrong?”

Jean could sense the tension and worry in him, so she quickly tried to calm him down. “It’s a bit of a problem, but not a big one-”

Midway through her sentence, she dropped her gaze and let out a soft sigh, mumbling to herself, “If only this world had Fortifying Pills too…”

“What did you say?” Edgar hadn’t caught her words entirely, but he vaguely heard the phrase Fortifying Pills.

Jean looked up at him and gave a small laugh. “I was just wondering if there’s a pill out there that could safely boost someone’s physical strength.”

“There’s no such miracle pill…” Edgar replied with a flat tone.

Jean only smiled and said nothing more.

But of course there was such a pill–in her past life, before she was pulled into this book-

She had made it with her own hands.

It was her secret formula.

However, replicating those pills in this fictional world was going to be incredibly difficult. Making them required many types of herbs and additional ingredients.

Common herbs weren’t too hard to find, but there were rare ones Jean wasn’t even sure existed in this world.

Then, suddenly, a thought struck her.

Samuel.

Samuel was a doctor; he had to have access to all kinds of medications…

Maybe her brother could give her a hand.

Jean clenched her fists, excitement welling up in her chest; she almost wanted to rush over to Samuel right then and there.

She tucked Kelly in, tidied up her backpack, and turned to leave through the front door.

“You’re leaving already?” A flicker of surprise flashed in Edgar’s eyes. The boy, who was usually cold and reserved, looked unusually uneasy; he scratched the back of his head and mumbled, “I just made some food…”

He hesitated, like he had to summon a lot of courage. “Do you… want to stay and eat with me?”

Jean looked into his dark, quiet eyes. Her brows lifted, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

To Jean–whose mental age was twenty–nine–Edgar, no matter how cold or wild he acted, was still just a half–grown kid.