The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 146

Wyatt's eyes flew open in alarm, staring at James. "The real Incense of Calm? How is that even possible…?"

James pinched the incense to extinguish it, handling it with care as he placed it back in the box. "That's the scent."

Wyatt's face transitioned rapidly from shock to a wild elation. "If it truly is the Incense of Calm, then perhaps your condition could see a dramatic improvement."

James fell silent for a beat, then added, "No, perhaps this one is even more special than the Incense of Calm I've used before."

Wyatt was speechless. The true Incense of Calm was exceedingly rare, practically priceless, and the one in James' possession seemed to surpass it in quality. Wyatt swallowed hard. He couldn’t even imagine its value.

Recalling his earlier assumption that it was a low-grade incense and his bold request to take some home and use it as an air freshener, Wyatt now felt an urge to bury himself in the ground. Thankfully, James hadn't been fooled by his charade. Had James actually given it to him, Wyatt feared he would have been branded a sinner for ages.

Still, Wyatt’s gaze returned to the box of incense, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he proposed, "Perhaps we should have Nikolai take a look at it?"

It wasn't that Wyatt doubted the incense, but if it was more special than the Incense of Calm, they needed further confirmation on whether it would be even better for James' health.

At that moment, Wyatt had forgotten the words Mirabella had said when she handed the incense to James. "This should be of some help to you."

Half an hour later, at Nature's Apothecary.

Nikolai looked at him, his voice tinged with hope, "James, might you introduce me to the person who made this incense?"

James snapped out of his reverie, a wry smile on his face as he shook his head. "To be honest, the incense was a gift, and I'm certain the giver isn't versed in herbal medicine."

With a hint of disappointment in his eyes, Nikolai didn't press the matter further.

Standing beside Nikolai, Ethan perked up when he heard the mention of the medicinal ingredients. He was the one who had sold the herbs to Mirabella. For some reason, he remembered the young lady who had bought the same herbs the day before. She had even inquired about sandalwood. But then he shook his head dismissively. Coincidences like that just didn't happen in the real world.

"Nikolai," Wyatt interjected, breaking his silence, "what you're saying is that if Mr. James uses this incense for his treatment, there's a chance he could recover, right?"