Chapter 1239

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"Hey, I brought you something." Sophia said, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of Mirabella. She fished a small porcelain vial out of her pocket. "I'm not sure if you'll ever need it, but it's good to have, just in case."

As she spoke, she handed over the vial. Mirabella glanced at her, took it, and popped the cork. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Is this from poppy stems and leaves?"

Sophia nodded. "Yep, it's a colorless, tasteless powder. Once it touches your skin, it seeps into your bloodstream and can temporarily paralyze the central nervous system. It's not lethal but could come in handy if things get dicey."

Mirabella had a hunch why Sophia brought this along. After a moment, she corked the vial again and tucked it back into her jacket pocket. "I'll hang onto it. Thanks."

She figured Cassandra might find a use for it.

Sophia visibly relaxed when Mirabella accepted the vial, relieved that her gift wasn't turned down.

"Oh, and about your friend from the pharmaceutical society, he hasn't been giving you a hard time, has he?" Mirabella remembered the society's exams and inquired.

"Nope." At the mention of Conrad, Sophia's demeanor cooled. "Don't worry about him. He's got himself to blame."

Mirabella nodded, deciding not to dig further, and took a sip of her coffee. After a couple of minutes, she casually mentioned, "I heard the medical research institute is on the hunt for folks with unique constitutions."

Sophia's eyes widened in shock, her hands trembling slightly under the table.

Mirabella set her cup down, locking eyes with Sophia. "Just be careful."

As they stepped out of the cozy pub, the sky had turned a moody gray, and the air was heavy with fog-a sure sign rain was on its way. Mirabella flagged down a taxi.

No sooner had they hit the road than the heavens opened up. By the time they arrived at the villa, the rain was coming down in sheets.

Mirabella entered the house, her down jacket soaked through, though her clothes underneath were still relatively dry. Delilah, seeing her drenched, clucked her tongue and urged her to take a hot shower.

Half an hour later, freshly showered and changed, Mirabella headed downstairs. She found her parents and Nick in the living room, deep in conversation. She paused, then joined them.

Delilah had a stack of papers in her hands, which she passed to Mirabella. "What do you think about this?"

Mirabella had barely sat down when she was handed the papers. She could feel Delilah's pointed gaze on her. Instead of diving right in, she looked up and played dumb. "Think about what?"

Delilah just pointed at the papers. "Take a look, why don't you?"

Mirabella finally dipped her head and skimmed through the documents. After a few minutes, she looked up with a grin. "This asset transfer looks squeaky clean. Mom, congrats on climbing the ladder to becoming a full-fledged rich lady!" Delilah: "..."

Nick's lips twitched-a classic Mirabella comeback.

Delilah rubbed her temples. "Cut the jokes."

Mirabella straightened up, placing the Cunningham family's asset transfer document on the coffee table. "Alright, Mom, your turn. I'm all ears."

Her posture was the picture of obedience.

Looking at her daughter, Delilah suddenly found it hard to start. Finally, she sighed and asked, "So, what exactly did Grady tell you about the Davis family?"