Chapter 85


    Far away in Riverdale, James suddenly sneezed. At this moment, his usually handsome features


    seemed a bit paler, but those eyes remained mysterious.


    “Sir, are you feeling unwell again?” Wyatt asked, concern etched in his gaze.


    James lifted a hand in dismissal. “I’m fine.”


    “The auction doesn’t start until six this evening. Perhaps you should rest at the manor first?” Wyatt


    suggested with


    care.


    “No need. We’ll head straight to the venueter,” James replied, his voice crisp. After a brief pause, he


    turned his head, “Make sure to keep an eye on every individual who enters tonight.”


    Wyatt nodded in understanding. “Understood. Should that person appear, we’ll make sure they don’t


    slip away,”


    James nonchntly flicked his cuff, and after a moment’s silence, he murmured, “Let’s hope so.”


    “If they need that medicine, they will definitely show up,” Wyatt whispered, his expression unreadable in


    the dim light.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe watched as Catherine finished her medicine and engaged in light conversation


    with her. Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off to sleep not long after.


    After tucking the nkets around Catherine, Mirabe quietly exited the room. As she reached the


    lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed, had been waiting for her deliberately:


    “Come with me. We need to talk,” Mandy said.


    The lobby was bustling, so Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but her face was still painted with its customary


    haughtiness.


    Mirabe’s eyebrows arched in interest at Mandy’s retreating figure, heading toward the outdoor


    garden. After a few seconds of thought, Mirabe followed.


    “What exactly did you give Catherine? What kind of medicine was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold


    as she looked at Mirabe as if she were a viin of the worst order.


    With her hands casually in her pockets, Mirabe’s demeanor was nonchnt. “Is there a problem with


    my medicine?”


    Mandy almostughed in irritation at Mirabe’s attitude. “No packaging, no manufacturer’s name,


    ‘mystery medicine,‘ really? You’re bold to give such a thing to a woman in her seventies. Are you trying


    to kill her, Mirabe?”


    “Mystery medicine?” Mirabe let out a light chuckle,zily raising her eyelids, her eyes a deep shade


    of intrigue as they met Mandy’s usatory stare. “Do you have any idea how much my medicine is


    worth?” Her speech was slow and deliberate, bordering on mockery.


    Mandy was momentarily taken aback by her tone, and after regathering herposure, replied with a


    scoff, “No matter how expensive your medicine is, it’s still unverified.”


    Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    How much could a rural folk remedy be worth? What a joke.


    Pausing, Mandy added, “Besides, I’ve consulted a doctor, and they also advised against such untested


    rural remedies. They said it could exacerbate cardiac stress, practically amounting to a slow poison.


    Catherine’s health was stabilizing until your medicine came into the picture. Her sudden illnessst


    night, how do you exin that, Mirabe? If anything happens to her, you’ll be the one to me.”


    A smirk yed on Mirabe’s lips, but she wasn’t angered by the usation. Instead, she posed a wry


    question, “The doctor you consulted, was he perhaps severely myopic and practicing without a


    license?”


    Mandy was at a loss for words.


    With a soft chuckle, Mirabe shook her head, no longer interested in wasting her time on such


    nonsense. Without another word, she turned and walked away.


    Chapter 85


    Mandy snapped back to reality, watching Mirabe walk away into the distance, her face turning ashen.