Chapter 503
Dane’s square–jawed face held a polite smile as he took a sip of his coffee, speaking calmly, “Johnny, you’re too kind. I’ve been planning a trip back home myself soon.”
Johnny chuckled, then asked, “How’s Mr. Boyd been lately?”
Mr. Boyd–the president and chairman of the Pharmacists‘ Guild and the patriarch of the Boyd family, was one of the prominent clans in Riverdale.
“To be honest, he has been sequestered, deep in the study of ancient remedies. Otherwise, I would have. definitely discussed Mr. Owen’s condition with him before coming back,” Dane said with a tinge of regret.
Mirabella’s eyebrows raised at the mention of ancient remedies. Mr. Boyd?
Johnny felt a pang of disappointment, but he knew that even if Mr. Boyd wasn’t in seclusion, it was unlikely they could persuade such a distinguished figure to intervene. After all, Mr. Boyd was known for his passion for ancient remedies, and his medical skills might not necessarily surpass those of Nikolai. That was precisely why he had brought the gentleman to seek Nikolai’s help.
Collecting his thoughts, Johnny said, “No worries. I trust that you will find a way to treat our gentleman.”
Dane wasn’t one to let flattery go to his head. After a brief silence, he replied. The gentleman’s symptoms are quite unusual. All I can say is that I’ll do my best.” He had been informed of the illness the day before. Although he hadn’t sought advice from the chairman, he had consulted other senior pharmacists within the guild, most of whom had never encountered such symptoms and couldn’t determine the exact nature of the illness. Deep down, Dane wasn’t confident, but since the Reeves family had been approached for help, they certainly couldn’t turn them away.
Johnny noticed the fleeting hesitance on Dane’s face and felt a heaviness in his heart, but he quickly stood up and said, “Then, without further delay, let’s have Mr. Dane take a look at Mr. Owen.”
“Alright,” Dane agreed, eager to assess the situation.
Mr. Owen was resting in the guest room, and soon, Dane and Johnny left the main hall, one after the other. Mirabella remained in her chair, her slender fingers tapping the armrest, still pondering Dane’s mention of Mr. Boyd.
As Nikolai reached the doorway, he realized Mirabella hadn’t followed and turned back to her, “Mirabella?” Mirabella snapped back to reality, looked up at Nikolai, and shook her head before standing up.
“Let’s go and have a look together,” Nikolai suggested.
With a soft hum, Mirabella followed a few steps behind Nikolai before casually asking, “Nikolai, what’s Mr. Boyd’s full name? The man you mentioned earlier?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
Nikolai was surprised at the sudden interest in Mr. Boyd, and after a moment’s thought, he said, “I can’t quite remember. I’ll ask Dane later.”
“No need to trouble yourself,” Mirabella waved it off, dismissing the importance of the individual.
Nikolai made a mental note not to forget to inquire later, and continued walking.
Asher, walking ahead, overheard their conversation and glanced back at Mirabella, wondering if she was
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being too presumptuous. Was the Pharmacists‘ Guild a place where anyone could get involved? How could she brazenly ask about the guild’s president in front of his father as if knowing Mr. Boyd’s name meant they were acquainted?
Shaking his head in irritation, Asher decided not to comment on the less-than–stellar acting. It seemed his father was the only one who didn’t see a problem.