Chapter 17


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    Delh was daydreaming about some fantastical scenarios when Mirabe’s voice reached her ears


    once again. “These fragrance pills are just a supplement, not for long–term use. If you want aplete


    cure Mirabe paused, then casually added, “I’ll have to get a friend to send over some more targeted


    medication when I get the chance.”


    Delh’s eyes snapped open in surprise. “Are you saying there’s a cure for my headaches?”


    With a cocky raise of her eyebrow, Mirabe said, “Of course.” Others might fail, but her? Please, this


    was child’s y


    to her.


    Delh touched her nose, not quite buying her daughter’s words. After all, even the doctors had


    imed it was incurable. Her gaze shifted and rested on her husband’s hand. “Is your dad’s bottle also


    filled with these fragrance pills?”


    The very idea of using herbal medicine and storing it in a ceramic jar gave off an vintage vibe that


    seemed out of ce in the modern world. Delh thought with an inward chuckle.


    Mirabe shook her head, her tone indifferent. “No, it isn’t.”


    “What’s in my bottle then?” Shawn was genuinely curious. His attention had been on his wife earlier,


    and he hadn’t opened the little ceramic jar.


    A stray lock of hair fell beside Mirabe’s cheek, which shezily tucked behind her ear before replying


    in a drawl “Well it’s not exactly medicine, but you can think of it as a sort of ‘Super Tonic Pill. Take one


    a month for vitality and good health.”


    Shawn’s lips twitched as his face flushed a deep red, almost dropping the jar in his embarrassment. It


    was as if his masculine pride had been dealt a heavy blow.


    “Hahaha.” Delh couldn’t hold back herughter upon seeing her husband’s expression. Their


    daughter was too cute. sending her dad a jar of supplements for libido.


    After a deep internal sigh, Shawn found an exquisitely carved mahogany box and carefully ced the


    little jar inside. Even if he didn’t need it this was the first gift from his daughter. It had to be treasured.


    Delh rolled her eyes at the


    scene.


    As Mirabe pondered over Delh’s migraines, she headed upstairs.


    Suddenly remembering something important, Delh quickly called out to her, “Oh, look at me


    forgetting the big stuff. Almost slipped my mind.”


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her piercing eyes quietly waiting.


    “It’s about transferring schools,” Delh exined. With the school year starting in a few days, they


    needed to decide on a school within the next day or two.


    “Your father and I have shortlisted a few. I’ll show you the brochures, and you can pick one.” Saying


    this, Delh bent down, opened a drawer in the coffee table, and took out a stack of booklets.


    “Take a


    a look at Anderson Public School. It’s got decent teachers and close enough for you to walk from


    home.


    “There’s Auburn High School. It may not have the best college eptance rates, but it’s top–notch for


    students aiming for art schools.”


    “And then there’s Maple Academy, a bit on the pricey side, but it’s the next best thing after Parkside


    High School. Your dad and I are leaning towards this one.”


    Delh pulled out the brochure for Maple Academy and flipped through it, handing it to Mirabe,


    “Normally, the school requires an entrance exam, but your dad and I pulled some strings. You can get


    in without having to take the test.” Mirabe, who had been waiting to get a word in, nced at the


    brochure with aplicated look in her eyes. She wasn’t so much reading as she was pondering a


    question.