The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 351

He lifted his gaze to his youngest son, only to see a look of utter cluelessness on the boy’s face. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh, “Ignorance truly is bliss, isn’t it?”

Asher’s cheeks flushed with a hint of annoyance at the unexpected scolding. “Well, of course,” he retorted. “My brother is a mid-level pharmacist with the Pharmacists’ Guild. He can barely churn out three or four pills at a time. Someone cranking out a dozen or more in one go? That screams fishy to me.”

In the world of potion-making, a higher yield meant less waste of ingredients. A low yield, on the other hand, indicated profligacy. But perfect yields every single time? That was unheard of.

Hearing Asher’s words, Nikolai shook his head once more. “Naivete!” he exclaimed. Without the patience to explain the intricacies to such a lost cause, Nikolai strode off towards his own quarters.

Left standing there, Asher scratched his head, looking puzzled at his father’s retreating figure. After a moment’s thought, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed his brother.

The call connected quickly.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you. Is it even possible for a real pharmacist to whip up a batch of twenty pills in one go?” Asher’s voice was earnest.

On the other end of the line, his brother furrowed his brows. “Are you joking? Even asking that is laughable!”

Just as Asher had expected, even his brother agreed. So Asher relayed the day’s events to his brother in brief.

“Look, don’t sweat it. Dad’s probably just saying that in front of James. You took him seriously? Forget it. I’m busy, gotta go,” his brother dismissed before hanging up.

Asher pocketed his phone, reflecting on how the Reeves family owed their status to his brother’s standing within the Pharmacists’ Guild. A mere girl wasn’t worth the fuss.

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